Waiting for tomorrow

A bitter-alone time he’d spent all summer
A victim of his own regrets
Subconsciously he forced lonliness
With no defense against his stress

He walked alone and ate alone
Convinced he willed to be alone
With no attempts at wooing girls
His looks still drew them towards his world

Because he was so self-absorbed
Swimming in abhorrent choices
Women’s voices missed his ears
And opportunities disappeared

His martyrdom was self-inflicted
Why he gave up, remains suspicious
Could be that he didn’t try that hard
Or perhaps it was his fear of love

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