i wish i could say that your words fell on deaf ears
but it isn't true.
instead, they fell as ash from your cigarettes on to my lap
not to be brushed off until i was truly made aware.

you always said i have a nice ass.
now i realize that it takes one to know one.

at first, i admired your openness.
now, i merely find it a pretentious display of a false maturity.

you needed me.
i reminded you that you were a god.
you had to be a hero to someone,
and i was just naive enough to fall into the role.
i made you my own personal jesus - my savior.

but now, i will be the one to save me.