The future has already past

Untitled Part 54

i hope that one day you  find a dusty box filled with
the remains
of old loves 

and on the top 
is the movie i left at your house
and you pop it in

because you know how much i like  it

and remember how much i liked you 

but you get to the part

of unfamiliar story
(when you started pulling me on top of you) 
and you get sad
because my lips aren't on yours and your hands
aren't on me; 
i hope it gives you hell
-my dad laughs at that because he says i have an evil side to me-
but i doubt you'd remember any of that
you only told me you missed me twice
once when you were happy 

and after the second time we broke up months

without communication spoken only in 
 a crying gif of spongebob

the truth is 
you're not sentimental like me
i still can't listen to foo fighters

without crying a little
and i still can't watch scrubs without 

worrying that you're dying
i never took your absence well 
and i think you thought me to be overbearing 

i hope you feel the only solace is to burn
that movie
along with the pin that fell off my bag
i hope one day you go back to my facebook
and see me with a new beau and know
i'm happy with someone who will respond
who i don't have to fight when i ask
if he still likes me
my anxieties in relationships can't be remedied
but they can be soothed without a roll of the eye or silence 

i hope you still think of me

and some nights i'm all you can think of
and there's nothing you can do but lie awake

asking yourself where you went wrong
but please don't mistake my writings for anger
there are no ill feelings i have towards you

but i hope im on your mind 
just as i forget you