My heart longed for something unreal.
My body craved something inhumane.
In the midst of the desire
I felt nothing
But my veins leaked tears, my bones gave out, and my lungs caved in.
My body weaped in pain and all I did was call out for you.
I broke me in looking for you to be my superman.
...
That name I called was not yours.
It was my own
My body wept for me to be my own salvation
But the coward in me fled
The last thing I called out for was neither you or me but,
Mercy