Cab Ride Reflections

I wonder if you
Realized what
An asshole
You are
When I handed you
My number and
Five crumpled bills
For an innocent want
And a tiny bit of weed
That smelled like
When you first kissed me;
I wonder if you saw
Behind my painted eyes
Where I still dreamt
About my body in your hands,
And the falsity of love
You had promised
While I just sat there
In the back of my cab
In awe and no relief
But instead a
Heavier burden for
Me to bear