Missing You

We were happy.
I thought what I felt was love.
I hoped this feeling would never end.
And even though you were more gay
Than you were straight,
I didn't care.
All I cared about was the feeling.
The feeling we shared.

But on that Monday,
I wanted to kill myself.
I hated seeing those dreadful words,
"We need to talk..."
Those were the worst words to see
Coming from your boyfriend.
At school,
I tried not to cry.
But the second I was with friends,
Tears poured out,
Though I tried not to.

If on that Monday
I was not with friends,
I would not be here.
I would be gone.
Out of your life.
Out of my mom's life.
Out of everyones life.
Now we're friends.
Hope we date again.