Someone so assured,

Confidently proceeding,

Yet so very lost.

His goals all in line,

He hastened like an arrow,

Missing the best part.

Is it too late now,

To find a love of my own?

It seems so hopeless.

Do I deserve love?

No, no one deserves to breathe,

But yet we all must.

I’m suffocating.

I hate to confess weakness,

But these thoughts won’t leave.

And I’m wallowing,

But I am so very blessed.

Why this obsession?

It’s BoJack Horseman.

To him, all my empathy.

We’re both so broken.

Why can’t I feel love?

Like my desensitized dick,

It’s like a numbness.

What is wrong with me?

What penance am I paying?

Why is love tasteless?

Sad nightly feelings,

Be gone, you worthless hindrance!

I am fine alone.

Yes, I am broken.

I’ve been alone all this time,

And so I will stay.

Pain begets fixing,

But when it cannot be fixed,

Take ibuprofen.

Vile miasma!

What relief will cure heartache?

A breath of fresh air?

No, it’s cold outside.

Melancholy I’ll abide.

You win for tonight.

But tomorrow’s dawn

Is a new day. Without hope,

But new anyway.

Readers, have no fear.

I am not suicidal.

Just a little down.

Cursed loneliness,

Growing stronger every day.

I’m helpless, cureless.