So after a week of feeling alone and broken, I finally found some words to put into something that makes sense. I don't know how good this is, but it's what I came up with for now. And thank you zach for telling me that poetry doesn't have to be pretty...it can be a rant of crazyness, lol.

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Three-hundred and sixty-five days
of learning to know you more.
Endless hours of talking to you,
not realizing I was flirting.

Five days a week
where I saw your wonderful smile.
Finding time to share together,
even though we'd get in trouble.

Three-hundred and sixty-five days
of what I thought was love.
Everything I felt for you was real,
but all I got was a conversation.

Five days a week
when I could feel happy again.
Those minutes were wasted on my part,
because now you hate me...

I don't know what happened to us,
how we can just stop.
Everything is over,
because you didn't feel it too.

I've stopped trying to get over you,
because I know that its impossible.
I still love you,
so I'll be here if you change your mind.