I Miss

I miss you, I miss us, I miss the way we used to be.
I miss the butterflies, the long talks, the smiles you gave me.
We had problems, you moreso than I.
They got so bad; all I could do was cry.
I don't miss the fighting, I don't miss the lying or cheating.
I don't miss the accusing, the blaming, or the mental beating.
But I do miss our home, and my family; I miss the love also.
But to take you back would be to forgive you, and that I just don't know.