tit for tat and all the jack

I miss the way her .hair. smells,
The way she smiles with her e-y-e-s
I miss the way her skin felt
But I'll never miss the lies
And I'll never! miss the way it felt
To have my heart p/u/s/h/e/d aside
I'm not a man, not a person it seems
I am but a fraction of im per fection too large to (hide) or *personify

A/N: Not really a poetry kind of guy, but I've never been good at writing love stories.