They all say to enjoy the activity
before you indulge in the need
for another's company,
but
these activities
are empty
without the right spectacles
of righteous friendship.
All I feel drawn to
is to draw up a meme
venting, creatively,
on how I feel lonely,
but I'll feel, in some sick way,
slightly superior
because I'll've referenced my suffering
in a joking kind of way,
even when much more successful boys
will come tear the fun asunder
out from under
where I lay,
because only 'betas' make callous jokes --
laughing and teasing --
about the girls who hurt their feelings.
I guess, looking at my dry hands,
that if I were a real man,
I'd just be blind
to all the dynamics
that cause me disappointment-
Is that how I'm
supposed to do it?
YOU ARE READING
This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)
PoetryPoetry that straggles the heartstrings. (You don't have to have read the first book.)