a love poem i want to forget

i. 
he takes photos of everything 
but i know he won’t go back and look at the ones of 
me. 
i feel stupid for hoping he will
because it’s been a year
and i still can’t get him out of my head. 

ii.
i miss him and i hate him and i love him. 
he doesn’t know me (and i don’t know him)
but i want to. 

iii.
he fell in love with another girl
and here i am;
waiting for something that isn’t coming
and i need to stop. 

iv. 
the ancient egyptians believed the heart was the organ of thought. 
i wish i could pull mine out and be silent for once.