I miss you when you're you.

I miss you when you're you.

I do not miss the way you treat people. I do not miss your arrogance.
I do not miss your name calling. I do not miss your avoidance of reality.
I do not miss your selfishness.

But I do miss you.
I miss your humor. I miss your infectious spirit. I miss your sweetness.
I miss your intelligence. I miss your support. I miss our conversations.
I miss your hugs. I miss your eyes. I miss your smile.

I know who you are, deep down. I can see what you have the potential to become.
I know no one is perfect, myself absolutely included,
and I know I do not always do the right things.
I forgive you for your hurtfulness, but it still hurts.

I am doing the right thing for myself right now.
I don't think you understand that and I'm not sure you ever will.
I hope you know how much I still love you.
I hope you know that I will always be here for you if you need me.
I just also hope you know that I refuse to let you treat me badly anymore.

If you missed me, wouldn't you treat me better?
Wouldn't you make some effort to have me in your life?
Your apology doesn't mean much when you don't understand what you're apologizing for,
and especially when you continue to treat people this way.

I guess you must not miss me.