you're out, batter!!!

strikes two and three came suddenly,
so fast in fact that i was utterly,
bewildered, shocked and caught off guard,
didn't even see "two" coming before "three" had my whole life marred.
i knew it would come to nothing less than this,
i knew from the very beginning, i knew from that rejected kiss,
how your eyes would shimmer and glow,
not for me (yeah, right) but for that great unknown.
the photos, the calls, the unspoken songs,
the messages, the posts were there all along.
the choice is made, the answers clear,
i am not your "dear".
It was never me.
Not your ranger, nor your hero,
not your choco mokoko nor your mojojojo.
It was not to be.
so if you're reading this, and i think you just might,
i bid thee farewell and a proverbial goodnight.
will try my best not to call again,
to smile and laugh and be your friend,
to lend an ear if it comes to that,
to engage in idle chit-chat,
to be available when you call,
nothing more, nothing less, thats all.
i had fun, i really did,
but did you?
Did we?
only maybe.
look at you, all of 23,
young, beautiful and lovely,
sometimes crass and sometimes bossy,
gushing over something soft and chewy.
is it tofu?
is it duck?
abc porridge?
whatever it is...
i hope you're eating it with the one you love,
coz it'll taste better.