For get

It's an art
They know me for getting my stuff
Messed up again

The fact is
That I want to want someone
But I don't
I don't feel the beating of
Hearts like heavy drums
I don't feel a single thing
I look at people and see nothing but
People
No connection is there
Nothing to be severed
Or lost or found

I am known for getting things
Half way done
Putting all my heart into something
And never getting anything back
Half way
No one will
ever meet me half way

I look into their eyes and they know
I am known as the mistake
I am known as the forgetting

One who is never worth remembering