It seems that every time I get my hopes up, 

they quickly get let down.

I hate love because it's too exhausting.

I have to put myself out there,

laugh at all the right jokes,

and hope, just hope that I am accepted.

Just two days ago, I could have bragged of how

I was smitten.

But today, ol' dude came and sat down beside me

and seems like all our smiles and convos he was forgettin.

What was I to do?

Say, "Hey, remember how we laughed two days ago 

at the same joke?" or "Remember how yesterday

we both wore the same red shirt?"

But nah. I spoke and went on about my bidness.

He spoke back, but it seems like something had put

out the flame.

I guess it was just a mind thing, ya know.

He just wanted to get in my head ..

& I'm a bit ashamed to say that his mission was completed.

 

You see, that's why I hate love, ..I can't even pick a rhyme scheme.

*Grabs the tv remote and a jar of ice cream.*