Leftover

I still have your jeans on my bedroom floor
I haven’t touched those gowns you never wore
And I’m stuck missing what we had before

I never understood why I can’t see you again

I still don’t comprehend why we’re back to “just friends”

And all I know is I’ve never felt so broken

I know you like everything fresh and shiny and new

But since when am I just some leftover to you