A poem, a draft

I want to stop wanting you 

This weight on my chest that keeps on hoping that you'd see me someday, the way I see you 

The knots that twist in my heart with every thought that you might like me too 

I hate that I think of you so much, and I hate knowing that you don't 

I don't blame you for not loving me, but what don't you see? 

I can't force you to love me, but why not me?