Hopelessness

It is moments like these where I feel like we could be something more.

Something with meaning.

But then you open your mouth and ask me about other guys in my life. I lay here in your arms, listening to you breath, knowing fully that there could never be an us. And yet here I am.

Wasting my time on someone who doesn't deserve or want it.

You tell me you plan on moving to Sydney. I'm happy for you.
Though now it sets in stone that nothing can become of us. And that I should not hope there is anything to come of this.

Truth is, I love being in your company. To have your slightest attention and affection for just a few hours is all I need. I don't ask you to give me everything.

For now all I ask is for a sense of security, a sense of compassion.

A sense of being loved.