Finally

Crossed you off of the list.
Potential you were.
We will figure it out later.
If fate nods its head, I'll be grateful.
If fate says no, I'll move.
Too late, I moved on already.
I don't think this is my loss, yours maybe.
Ironic it is.
I love to run, don't hold me back, dear.
I'm not gonna wait. Enough waiting.
You're moving too slow.
Pathetic, huh?
I learned the hard way
At the end the only person that you can count on is your very own self.
"You can count on me, bro, dude, pal, dear, peach, jo, bo, cong, sob, mas, bang (apapunlah panggilan sayang orang2 ke gw)," they say.
"Zooppa double combo crappy crap" I say.