Dregs

Yesterday's cold coffee, and bags under my eyes
I wish I didn't think of you, and I still just want to cry

it's not like we were something, I just miss you in my life

and the thought that I'm no more to you than these dregs of cold caffeine

a slight but stagnant memory of what maybe could have been

but, yet, never fully was

a feeling I'm consumed by

while you,

you just move on

god, if I don't hate you

or want to anyway

I can't believe you let me think

I mattered

Ha, okay

how dumb to see the signals

the signs in glaring lights

you never saw me as a person

you just saw me as a slight

and hopeful feeling 

a possibility 

a glance

and now I drink cold coffee

and wish we had a chance

just a few dregs, that's all that's left