People asking how I’m single?

You are such a catch.

Any girl who married you

Would be super blessed

You’re so handsome

Youre so funny

You love Jesus

You’re so handsome

You’re great with kids

You’re very kind

You have no debt

Guys like you are hard to find

And I’m like listen here’s the deal

Let me paint a verbal picture

I don’t have the confidence to

Back up those descriptors

I am battling deep seeded insecurities

Constantly stuck in my head like I’m Fur Elise

Same old sonata of self-sabotage

I present myself well, anxiety gets camouflaged

Blindsided so many times I see the signs

They tell me I did nothing wrong that I’m a great guy

Scared of rejection I don’t do anything risky

Are my standards high or am I just to picky?

Years of objectifying women online

Has rewired my mind to immediately find

The flaws that my eyes judge, and dehumanize cuz

My brain was slowly boiled and I didn’t even realize

Even before all that I was awkward

Not a smooth talker, wanted to be popular

I actually had to YouTube how to be good at conversating

In theory I’m the man at dating and yet

People asking how I’m single?

You are such a catch

Any girl who married you

Would be super blessed

You are friendly

You’re very loyal

You’re so creative

You aren’t spoiled

You value family

You’re never late

You like adventure

You communicate

And I’m like if I’m real with you

If I’m completely honest

I just can’t seem to

Put my finger on it

I admit it I’m a critic

I know that I won’t be perfect so

I’m learning to submit it

It is worth the work put in it

When I rest with the gift and giver of Love

The person I was made to be

Is the one that I become