I wonder if
I’m an ill fit,
ill-equipped
action figure
who can’t figure
out this ****.

One day I’m
just too skinny
with too much hair,
but I’m working in
the opposite direction
so, I leave alone
with heartbroken
*******.

Years later
the pounds are
finally coming off
I’m finally feeling
a little hot,
but according to her
I still am not
good enough
to be her lover
or even be
her comfort ****.

I’m funny
and good enough
to be the gay best friend
but I am not
actually in to men.

I doesn’t matter
cause I never make it
to the Goldilocks
zone of love.
I’m either too big in the ****
or not confident enough.

It’s funny
cause no matter
how many times
I lose
I can always seem
to lose again,
parting ways
with the friends
who betray
the hopes that
they will stay,
but they
just ghost away.

Maybe this time
I will be the specter
who spirits himself
swiftly and safely away.