Struck out with a girl, again.
Tried too hard.
Made her laugh, though.

She expressed
like views
about the idea
of a perfect
and everlasting
love.

She shared in my apathy.

She said the same thing Bob told me,
that nothing is new or exciting.

I barely remember
the way it was
before I became
numb.

I barely remember excitement.

She told me there was no fire within me.
No spark.
No emotions stirred.

She said
I was weird,
but very handsome,
and nice.

– Mira.