ALL THESE WOMEN.

I hate all of these women who

think they are God's gift to men,

when they don't even know what it

takes to be human.

Are they a coward? Lying about where

they've been, who they are seeing?

I don't really understand it,

anymore than I can think about it.

Laura, Emily, Mary, they all claim

the men they fell in love with,

are in love with them,

but then they don't give them enough sex,

and they come crawling back to me,

where they wanted to be in the first place.

Everyone is in love with me,

but I am alone.

My heart is on my sleeve, I am begging for

a way out of this hell hole.

I interpret the shadows on blank walls,

I interpret the mass realization that nothing

is as bad as it seems.

My heart is overflowing.

I break open the tide that was once

called my life,

and nothing is sacred as it was before.

I am calm. I am whole. Nothing

can harm me.