Today I Asked A Girl For Her Phone Number

She said no, and later I wrote this poem.


A moment of confidence.
A moment of confidence and quickly it is punished
by a blow from reality.
It hurts. Like it always does,
it hurts.
However,
I'll make it to the other side.
Like I always do,
I'll make it to the other side.
Just
another scar.
To go with many scars
Another scar...