You said, “You’re not quite what I had in mind.”
A gentle blow, biting like a snake.
“You’re very… you,” you added, acting kind,
A gentle wink that screamed for heaven’s sake.

I’ve crushed my job, my love, my dream, my loans,
All returned with a sneer or ghostly shrug.
My inbox groans. My phone just echoes tones.
My confidence? A listless, salty slug.

I click another deep into the void.
I dress rejection up in fancy slacks.
She still arrives, persistent and annoyed.
So here I sit, unfriended and ignored.