Haiku

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.

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