You wrote me letters because they were a dying art
And you always tried to save things even the inanimate
Your beauty was in the way you cared
So much so you lost
And left yourself behind
Where your eyes spoke verses in the shadows concealed by smokey lids
But me I saw you retire in front of my eyes
And lingered on the line of sensitive and this is too personal
So I stood just behind the line
A coward with outstretched hands
But my feet stayed frozen
My lips weaved tales of perfect imperfections
Enticing you with a speech of warriors bravery and strength
Found in the centre of a paralysed heart
Is the goodness that was covered but never gone
And I remember walking with you to **** the time
Where adventure found us unplanned
I walked on
But who saved you?
All I know is that you're still superman
You're spiderman
You're batman
You are all those marvel superheroes you love
But I wish you weren't
I wish you were the villain
Who fought for his needs
Not the lone orphan of the world who hides a part of himself
Living as two different people
Helping others but struggling to keep your head above the waves
Who saves you?
Why do superheroes have to fight the villains themselves?
Why are the good people alone in fighting their demons?