Best I not be your god as this may destroy our bond
I could have been the first deity as your writing reflected

Preferring I be an idol on a pedestal loathing me if I fall short of your magnanimous expectations.
You might curse me and regret your blessings too extreme sentiments at any given moment
 

I prefer sabbaticals from your moodiness and guile
Do you honor your ancestors? Do you keep a sense of reverence to your roots?
 

Do you feel a sense of rage? Your grave has gotten wider
Sometimes lionization is a latent lie as my presence helped you get into college
 

I was robbed of experiences on a number of occasions You stole that which allowed us to bond
Was our friendship a lie? I never felt the possibility of your shifting love and hatred.
 

Is where I am a house for your extreme misgivings of those who disappoint you?
You may have a wife one day, yet prefer whomever I date
 

I've grown to appreciate my sense of abundance
while yours merely exists within your ego.