Another page in another book

The first time you took my hand,
as your fingers slipped in the gaps of mine,
i knew that this was meant to be,
it was no lie, that i loved you then,
i did when i got lost in your eyes,
but it stopped after a while.

you didn't call, and text and talk,
i wondered why and why,
you didn't even answer your door,
each day I cried.

then one day i saw you, I saw you kissing her,
i saw her get lost into your eyes, and her hand in your hand,
thats when I realized what i had missed,

i walked up to you and with no expression you said,
"I really miss Mischa, I wish she wasn't dead."
but her soft lips collided with yours, to think how fast you got over me,

maybe it was a dream, not real,
or maybe I wasn't important,
or maybe when i took the gun,
it was because of you,

memories come flowing back,
i shot because of you,
memories i seemed to have forgot
forgot, because of you.