Missing you

I remember how i felt when i saw you standing there,
happy with another girl.
how angry i was at the thought of you with another.
i wanted to cry,
i wanted your shoulder to cry on,
i wanted to scream at the top of my lungs.
that's how i felt though,
like i was standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming, but no one even noticed,
not even you.
so jealous at the thought of her in your arms.
i wanted to bash her head into the wall.
you're my man, that's how it's supposed to be.
i tried to get my friend to take me home,
and just maybe as i got into the car you'd come running out and tell me you didn't want me to go.
she was my friend,
and she also knew how much i loved you.
she told me to stick it out,
act as though i didn't care.
so i tried, i promise i did.
but seeing you with her drove me crazy.
and then we talked.
now i knew why you loved her.
she was perfect,
every damn thing about her was perfect.
then we left after those pain filled hours.
you came with us.
i was finally on my way home. you dropped me off and we said our good-byes.
then you and my friend left.
and i was home,
only to go into my room and cry,
for i was missing you.

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