Dalilahshigaraki's "Bad At Love" begins in a nervous moment: the speaker has written a note to someone and is waiting for a reply. While they wait, they run through their past, three earlier loves that each ended badly. One was built on a lie, one asked for more than the speaker could give (and the speaker's family ended it), and one was a summer fling with a boy named Joey.
The tone is honest and a little self-deprecating. "I'm pretty bad at love" is said almost like a joke, but it reads as real worry. The plain, conversational language makes the confession feel like a spoken one, without polish or pretence.
The mood shifts toward hope in the final stanzas. The speaker says this person is different, tells them it's okay to say no, and then says "I love you" anyway. The closing line, "I hope you're my final love," leaves the poem open. The speaker has said everything and now can only wait.