I miss a thing or three
I miss the pain you gave me
The love you shared so carefully

The way you told me I was art,
The way you hung me by my heart
from your wall, I felt so tall

And yet your shadow towered
Over mine, you called me coward.
And I miss those words, that hateful shower

For not loving you as much as he
But I did,
you were just too numb to feel it.
Or I was just too dumb to steal it,
that heart you kept from me.

And I miss a thing or three.
How I made you smile surreptitiously
How you always managed to get rid of me

Though most of all, I miss being your favorite enemy.