Who knew that your mere presence,
after how many days that passed,
would break open the latch,
at the thought of remembering you.
I need to forget.
I want to forget.
You’re making it difficult,
since then.
But as I channel back through,
the memories here and there,
I found a reason.
Something I should have seen two years ago.
In plain sight,
You never loved me.
It hurts.
But there’s a reason now.
A reason to forget.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't writing poetry about some guy.