I wasn’t expecting to see you again today.
I didn’t think my heart could still break.
But there you were. You and those blue eyes.
It did, it broke again. And all I could do was stare.
The spark was still there just waiting to reappear.
You looked at me, and maybe you didn’t still completely hate me.
I never said I was sorry to you.
I watched you laugh. And I was happy for you. Glad that you were finally happy.
I tried to keep my eyes off of you Attempted to keep my emotions a bay.
I wasn’t ready for you. I wasn’t ready for us.
You got up to leave and I couldn’t help but wish you would have stayed.
I never should have ended it. Maybe then I wouldn’t hate myself as much as you seem to hate me.