Water Bottle

The next time I think of her I must

remember how frustrated I felt trying to just get her to pick up the phone
remember how anxious I felt just waiting for one simple sms from her
remember how hurt I felt knowing she was just only playing me around
remember how she said she felt normal when I told her I like her
remember all the stupid things I wanted to do for her

And when I remember them, I will remember to tell myself to
remember to forget her.