Poetivally Stories

and i hope i hold a memory; maybe as the guy used to love - maybe as the guy cheated on - or maybe the guy you just fucked up.

and i think you forgot me. not before i loved you, not after the heartache. not in the brightest of times, not even in my deepest depths. i think you forgot me, not when i was whole, but maybe when i was so ungodly torn in memories i can only now faintly remember. i think you forgot me; do you remember? my mind's gone dark and my nerves have steadied. my heart's stopped racing and my love's complacent. i think i forgot me.