entropy

I was eighteen when

I replaced my brother with a dog

and my mother with a girlfriend

who would soon be my ex-wife

By 21, I had become my own god

with my heart in a shrine

and a hole in my chest

I thought love was like

saline salt solution:

If it doesn't burn a lot

it's not working

Until 26, I valued people

for what they could do for me

and people loved me for who

they thought I could be

instead of who I actually was

At 27, my ego died alone in a bed

along with my fear

of dying alone in a bed

Why does it matter

if it's how I was born

or by the grace of god?

This year, I said goodbye

to the way I used to love

and see you later

to the lich lurking inside me