Poem #5

I miss him 

I don’t miss him as a person 

I miss the way I would wake and I would have a notification 

I miss being told someone loves me 

I don’t miss his personality 

I miss being held 

I miss the attention 

I tell myself this every day 

I loved the idea of being loved 

But I don’t know if he ever loved me the way I wanted him to

I wish he did 

But I know now that he never felt the way I did