Square One

I wrote this a couple years ago..it's about this guy that I've liked for a while now and he doesn't really care. I guess he's a jerk anyway.. :\

To think I've passed
what I've always known
was a lie.
I thought that I belonged no where.
You came and changed my mind.
You made me feel like I mattered,
that I belonged somewhere.
Have noticed the past tense?
You left, walked out, but in your words,
FORGOT..
You met new people and now
I'll never compare, you'll
never look at me the same.
I'll never be good enough.
I can't even begin to tell
you how much I miss you.
I loved you and you didn't care.
No, 'I love you', was not enough.
Those three words, could not even begin to scratch the surface.
I felt so much more.
But, no, nothing like that from a girl like me was ever going to be
good enough.
So here I am, numb again.
I can't think, I can't speak,
and I can hardly feel.
I don't wish you were here,
you'd only make it worse.
But I don't know how it could get much worse.
I'm back at square one.
I feel like I don't even know you.
What's your name again?
Square one is better then it looked.
It's better then going through what I did for you.
I think I'd rather be at square one
then with you any day.