Barred
Barred
I see her there next to the jukebox.
I see him alone at the bar.
Damn, she looks good in that outfit.
Look at the size of his arms.
How can I get his attention?
Perhaps I should buy her a beer.
Why am I feeling so nervous?
Why am I filled with this fear?
I bet she’s already been taken.
He must have found someone to love.
I bet that she thinks I’m a loser.
I must not be attractive enough.
Screw it—there’s no point in trying.
Forget it— I’m just going home.
I guess I can see what’s on Netflix.
I guess I’ll watch Netflix alone.
Copyright © Ryan Graham | Year Posted 2014
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