Idolatry

laying your

 Prayers

 of praise at my feet

 asking to feel 

whole in return 

never a 

Muse 

you sat beside me like an audience 

I need you 

you whispered 

you make me

 feel like I’m 

Good

everything about me 

Divine 

do you find safety in caring for a 

Shrine

looking up towards my 

Light

do you feel broken 

knowing I couldn’t 

be your

Salvation

gazing at me

Piously 

and I’m seeing you

and I’m seeing 

Me 

through your eyes 

and I’m seeing why 

I 

Love 

You 

confused me 

atop the 

Altar 

you built 

asking myself

When did I become a 

God