Love is dead
and I am alone.
I thought she liked me
despite my being weird
but I think it’s clear now
that she tolerated me
AND I am weird.

I think I drank too much tonight
in the hopes of impressing her
but it just let my freak flag fly
even higher.

I am awkward.
I am lame.
I am sorrow and shame personified today.
Hours before
I felt on top of the world.
What a difference a smile makes.
What a difference a quick word makes.
What a difference her attention makes.

I am mawkish.
I am sad.
I am lame.
I am repetitive, derivative
and less than I used to be.
I am all wrong
and weird
and love is dead.