Falling in love isn't always enough.
There are other things to take into account.
Like, "Where is he going?" and "Where has she been?"
"Is this someone I can trust?"

In the silence between what actually gets said,
I imagine the thought bubbles over their head.
Taking stabs at guessing what text lies within.
"Can you keep a secret?"

I make believe they're all blank;
that there's nothing above that quiet stare.
Dismiss all the feelings with one swift thought:
"She doesn't even care."

Ink these panels with callous strokes.
Forced together in a frame we did not choose.
This is the part where I confess my love.
This is the one where you cut me loose.

Fill in all those speech bubbles
with admissions of our lack of worth.
I'm not cut out to be a superhero.
I had to hear it from your mouth first.