I’m really good

There one thing I’m really good at:

Low self esteem.

My girlfriend said:

you’re the king of low self-esteem;

you’re the best at low self esteem I’ve ever met.

I relish the taste, the scent.

Give me an afternoon of sinking in shame

over a bouncy happy day anytime.

I have a Spotify playlist

called: sad; it’s made for these kind of times.

Crying and me are old friends.

The only problem here

is that self-put-downs

just aren’t sexy.