Knowing someone doesn’t need you
is like lukewarm water.
Can’t help the wrinkles in my face
can do this on your own
make the world your bitch
and I will cheer
from the front row
number one fan t-shirt
maybe a hot dog.
Yet, if they can do it all,
why am I, around?
The funny friend who dances
sings and reminds them
they had a past.
Like an empty box-
it was once something,
maybe you did at one point
but now- on a shelf collecting dust
(your dust) – an old trophy.
But I’ll ignore it-
have lunch like normal
smile at pictures of your cat
and I’ll cheer you on
as you save the world.
Saint's Muse 