You took my hand from the smoking gun and held me like a son.nIn light of all I said I'd do, you placed me in a cell.nI'd do the same if I were you.nHonest as a priest.nI held my face up to the sky in the style of a tight rope walker.nI spread my arms and tried to glide in honor of a failed semester.nI picked my life up piece by piece in the style of an awful metaphor.nnI wrote your name like an enemy in the center of college ruled paper.nI made my own fate, or I tried, in the likes a cruel dictator.nnI took a step to silence you.nWhat else could you possibly do?nI held my face up to the sky.nI practiced all my silly lies.