I always assumed
that with the right workout,
the right job,
if the right opportunity
came my way,
I might find some strategy
through which I could somehow become worthy of you.

I was certain that some combination
of self-improvement and luck
would let me earn your interest,
and if I had rebuilt my upper body strength and charm
to the level that you deserved,
maybe you’d give me a shot.

I always believed that practice,
that effort,
that willpower
could transform me into the hero
to take you away from everything you hate
and bring you toward everything you want,
a thing that might include me
as well.

I had high hopes
that I could be better,
better enough for you
and I still have hopes
that it’s not too late
for that to become true.