Finally

I wanted to be alone.

So I went

To the loneliest bar I knew-

I needed to think about this "self "

I had crafted all these years.

I was a work of "art".

yes a work of "art".

something you had to think about for second,
the kind where you had to work alittle to reach the beauty,
that wasn’t thrown at you

the beauty wasnt obvious,
the smell, of success-

I have always felt different
than the others.

Something beautiful
to be understood by only by other great souls.

To be understood only by

by

the One.

By a woman whose love was
enough for both of us.

But I walk away-

Laugh

The illusion of the Ego

The gift of enlightment

The gift of gab

The gift horse who keeps his mouth shut 

I wanted to be sure-

so easily

Distracted 

Disappointed 

Disillusioned

Then-

Her boyfriend was a dick- 

I wanted to tell her.

But she wanted to pity me.
and I pitied her.

They had ruined it.

I have to go, Now.

So I went to the last place 

The garbage garden

The trash compacted 

The waste disposed of

they reminded me what was expected.

they reminded me what is.

they reminded me what was what

This place. 

Burger joint.

This place full of

boys in the body of men. 

Assholes. 

A dozen of them coming off late shits

talking about nothing

saying nothing

doing, speaking, 

like rap songs

proclaiming  women bitches because

to give them souls -

would make those boys weak at the table.

This is what she meant.

The goddess 

The life bringer

Mother

I didn’t relate to this

Toxic 

Parody

This dirty mirror 

These “liars, buried amongst the truth”

I felt alone once again,

Finally.