Spesial Dediketed to Mr Kerek

He's just a guy
A guy
That's all.

Nothing special
Nothing
Nothing at all.

Sometimes I can count him as a friend
Sometimes as an object
To meet my needs.

He's not my life
Or my soulmate whatsoever
He's just a thing
An object
My provider.

I don't care about his existence
I went to sleep at night
Without the need to ever think about him
What for?
I need my beauty sleep
Heh -.-

Sometimes I text him
When all my friends were busy
Or sleeping
And he?
He's still wide awake
To reply to my texts
What an idiot.

But then
He's my provider
My listener
My mentor
My fortune teller.

He's mine.

Just a guy.

With no special talent.