I sit there,
Fingers tapping the table,
I’m going nuts,
My condition unstable.
Should I do it? Should I not?
I feel panic,
Liquid courage I think!
I’ll just take a shot!
I’m a lightweight,
So that doesn’t help,
I’m self-sabotaging,
I do this to myself.
Is this wrong? Is this right?
I think,
I think I should do it,
You’re all I think about at night.
Wow that was creepy,
I take it back,
Only actually not really,
I totally meant that.
But if I do it, what will it mean?
My heart’s skipping like crazy,
I’ve had too much caffeine.
I go outside needing some air,
Even if I did do it,
What of it?
You may not even care.
God this is awful,
Embarrassing, and totally lame.
I decide to listen to music,
But all that I hear sung is your name.
Frankly, I don’t even know you,
Well I do, but not well enough.
Ugh, you’re not even that great.
What bullshit, I’ll call my own bluff.
I go back inside, pray the Ave Maria,
I wanna throw up.
Ah fuck,
That shot was a bad idea.
Screw this,
Screw you,
Why can’t I handle this?
I’m pushing 22.
I feel so lonely in this,
I’m like a teenager, nobody gets me.
I hate sports,
But I have to give it to Gretzky,
I've gotta do it now,
For my own sanity's sake!
That fucker is right,
“You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.”
So I stand at the free throw line,
My typing is my dribble,
The “send” tab is my jump,
I lift my finger, and there it goes,
I’ve officially shot my shot.
“Hi :)”
Read at 5:41 p.m.