Monday, Aug. 22, 2005 / 12:36 a.m.
Missing the Fantasy

Would I be weak
if I said sometimes I still miss you
I miss how you held me
And made me feel like I was safe
I was safe and cherished
And no one would hurt me anymore

And yet you hurt me
You hurt me and
I made excuses for you
Made excuses when you weren't there
Excuses for every knife you drove into my heart

I pretended you were wonderful
And kind and good to me
And when I'm alone and sad
I pretend still
I don't miss you
I miss who I pretended you were
I miss the fantasy