What I Miss

I worried about you leaving me for the first month we were dating.
I worried that you wouldn't like me, so I tried so hard to be who you wanted me to be.
And now I regret doing what I did,
because I didn't enjoy what we had.
And look what happened to me...

I miss him so much.
I miss what we had.
I miss the old me. The happy me.
I miss Mike. I miss who I was when I was with him...
I miss someone loving me.
Well,
I miss someone pretending to love me...

*not your typical poem, if you even consider this a poem. but it's how i feel. and i just needed to get this out, good or bad.