Dating Anxiety

I accept the blame,
blame for this,
but not for that.
I’ll never admit to
being wrong, not
for that.
I concealed my scars,
giving hope to thaw
the frozen lake
of my damaged ambitions.
I took too long to
ask because I caught
a case of nerves,
lost the lines,
my pickup lines,
fell behind the enemy
lines of failure.
But something in me
transformed one night.
I tossed the backbiter
inside myself to the wind.
I approached you
before you could say hello.

Twitter – @AC0040

(© 2023 AC)

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