You used to tuck me in every night for bed.

You would tell me a bedtime story before planting a kiss onto my forehead.

You would declare that I was your little angel and that you loved me.

What happened to that?

You used to cater to my every whim,

To my every request;

But, it didn't spoil me since what I asked for would be reasonable.

I remember those days.

Everything is so different now.

You've changed, and it isn't for the better.

You would hurt me in every possible way:

Emotionally, mentally, and physically.

Now that I am older,

I have also grown wiser.

You don't hit me anymore,

And you no longer lock me out of the house as punishment.

You know that you don't have power over me.

I miss the old you,

And I miss these bittersweet memories that my mind can't help but replay.