Greatest Creation

If anyone should ever ask
You were my greatest creation
A perfect figment, dancing
At the foot of my bed
Don’t worry, I can keep a secret

That distinct scent of cannabis
Imbedded on everything you touched
It was just someone else that stained
Another stain to make it better
Your lungs can’t fill with a house
Burning to its foundation again
The lighter on the table sucked
Its own fuel dry to stay warm

Every line of prose was my doing
Even though I don’t have the voice
To tell of my foster parents’ love
Or hatred; it’s always black or white
Especially on the streets that capture ghosts
And I was one, breaking my rules
To stay alive just one more night
No, I just made this life up so elegantly
The meaning, hidden between the cracks
In the lines of red ink

The bubbly, dark demeanor was a fable
You’ll never find in any book
How the milky sky above was her world
The watery outer space was the next step
If only she could’ve reached it
But the ground, strewn with spit
Was that darkest low, that darkest hour
Where nothing could ever matter again
It was merely pieces of other lives
Crammed together to make some morbidly
Perfect story that I would tell myself
Every night before I closed my eyes

No one ever really asks
But I still tell them
You were my greatest creation
And you’ll always be the figment
Standing at the foot of my bed
Since I need the lie more than they do