and what of that ludicrous idea of a sweet nothing when
i have been born into it.
a romance perpetuated
by those who are born into something.
and pretend of clean slates
while below, we suffocate under “good intentions”
and so i walk amongst somethings,
different and alone,
unbeknownst to me,
that the like walk thinking they are not alike
the lonely remain lonely
and so goes the tragic tale of one”