A Diety

soul crushing. and she said “looks like you lost your best friend”. i reply that it’s been happening for a while. when I was younger I believed. And it all fell to peices. I built it all back up, but the design was so fragile. All that work for what? she says “have you had enough?”. a diety, and she believes in me, but she’s an apparition, the only one who appears to be listening.  she tells me “life begins with you”, and I remind of her what I’ve been through. She can let the dust settle on instructions and a menu, of all that I desire, ideas that coincide with facts that I’m a liar. She flatters me, my own creation, a mirror for how I’m doing lately.