251. Nothing More Than Just That

So things becoming dry and nor you or I want to make it bloom once more,
I could not deny how I feel, is sad and is hurt me a little not a bit.
Where we are, is going to be nothing more that just that, for now and next,
because you choose to not want more, not want me. And I will eventually accept the way you have chosen, I would never demand for more from you. I hope you will not change your mind or even do a little something that trigger me.

I believe your words you once said, and I trust my instinct.
We will never be more than just what we are.

I was being a fool all these times.
I am your substitution for your spare time,
you would only want me whenever you are lonely, no where to hang out and inebriated moments.
I should know, one day you will leave me, just like that, no text, and even worse, not even a single 'I know why' goodbye.
You will later find someone who will become the me now, and I wonder what I will be by then.

You really did not treasure the moment we had, the me who like you and sacrificed almost everything that I am and that I have. You just keep on accepting and not giving me the you. I ask why? And the answer is particularly clear, you don't like me. I refuse to bear on this fact, but I am trying to. Please don't make me feel worse more than this, imperfect than I feel.

The written text to you, I keep editing and edit and I still did not have the heart to click send.
I don't want me to feel regret, simply because I just want how we are now, though is a bit not a good line. But at least..
If you will to read the text, you will probably do as I ask so. Is cruel.

Well, I am still giving a little hope for us, a little hope on the change nothing more than just that for us.