I'm the one who ended things
I said "we're done."
Crying in a parking lot
I ended us.

Yet when I see you now
I still get flustered
And I don't know why
But I feel the need to impress you

To catch your eye
To remind you what you left behind.
To maybe try and get you back?
Because I miss you?

But the fact remains
I. Left. You.
I shouldn't want you back.
Right?

You never did anything wrong
It was just me.
I just wasn't ready
But maybe I am now?

But either way
I still want you to look
Make you think "what if."
And perhaps that will never change