When I lived on rent,
Nights blurred in bars, clubs, meetups,
Spending money on women,
Killing time, wooing with empty pockets.

Chasing dreams of settling down,
Each one asked for a house, bank balance,
A car, investments—
Things I didn’t have.

Rejected, dejected, cast aside,
Until the day I claimed my own space.
No more drinking, no more fleeting dates,
Just me, embracing my sanctuary.

I spend my days
Decorating these four walls,
Sliding across the floor as I mop,
Roaming freely, bare and unguarded.

Hours drift by in the bath,
Coffee in hand, I rest on the bed,
On the floor, wrapped in my own peace.
No time for old pursuits,
This is the life I hadn’t known I craved.

The emptiness filled itself,
No longer haunted by what I thought I lacked.
A girl may not complete your life
Without the trappings of success—
But a home can complete your life,
Without anyone else at all.

The beauty of a house,
Surpasses and outlasts
The fleeting charm of any other.

RSD