I try so hard to forget you exist
though i cant help but remember
the way you drank your beer
or lit your cigarette
or introduced me to a new boyfriend
each time I got used to the last
I try so hard to believe you
when you say you miss me
though i can't help but wonder what exactly it is you miss
the defeated look in my eyes
each time you spit your drunken words at me?
the way i pushed myself against the wall
each time you walked in my direction?
or the way i told you i loved you every day
despite the fact that you didn't say it back?
sincerely, your daughter