Slowburn?

It's not like you want to talk to me, Nor do you show interest in the things I share thee. I'd rather not force things and choke desperately; I am not a fool, playing hastily But still, I hope this bridge won't collapse easily. I'm okay waiting painstakingly; letting it burn slowly, So long as there's guarantee That in the end, it's you who’s happy. At the very least, I'm glad to be a part of your memory :)