my life in poetry

my past: vii

"why don't you ask her to dance?"
his words rang through me.
well why would i?
i already knew that she'd say no.
i'd save myself the embarrassment.
but he was already gone
doing it for me.
"ew no"
was the only thing I heard.
there it went.
all my chances,
all my hopes
being flushed away
to nothing.