It's my life which has your glow
Simmering every day when you show
Your face which is like snow
Soft and beautiful like the flowers as I blow

I want you back cause you're my hero
My angel who removes me from sorrow
To whom I can never say no
Together we'll live furrow

But it seems that you don't need me
Anymore
Pain I have suffered is to the chore
I wanted more
But you went away before I counted four

I need you back
Or I'll again lose myself
I'm ready for your whacks
and ready to eat all you're snacks

In this world with out my Hero
silence works its way, like a somber mist in Spring
dipped in shades of varied grey
I seek for that Summer's shine or the warmth that Autumn brings-
but all I see is winter's hounds - howling in the wind.

The memory jar is flooding, sentiments are awash,
as I pause to ponder deeply, the singularity of my loss.
Songbirds sing a madrigal on the weary trees that stand-
bravely though the shower -of blossoms as they land.

Walking in the shade of your legacy, it's a farewell I cannot seem to bid
and along those stoic cobbled paths, I hobble amid.
Yet the presence of your absence fills this gaping void inside...
For I see you walking next to me, with that knowing half smile

They don't see the scars on wrist,
they look at me like I'm a normal man.

Making me feel as if my life can change.

They smile at my suicidal jokes,
yet they know sometimes I'm not joking.

They pick me up when I trip,
and tell me not to be so clumsy.

Those people are my Hero's

You’re your very own hero,
shining the ray of hope in your dark corner,
standing up for yourself,
even when you hear yourself stutter and falter.
You do your very own thing,
comfortable and beautiful in your own skin,
you’re that one true best friend you’ll ever have,
who will literally be there through thick and thin.

Not all heroes wear capes,
they’re normal humans who strongly live on.
Not all heroes fly through cities,
they walk ahead, all alone, even when everyone is gone.
Not all heroes save people,
some save themselves when they think
that they have nothing more.
Not all heroes want a ‘great future’,
they just endeavor to live life better than before.

So be your own hero,
look into the mirror and give it a wink,
love that hero looking back at you,
let that hero live every day, life goes by in a blink.

When your home is no longer home.
When your dreams become forgotten.
When love never existed.
When your hero's come crashing.
When you give it your all to find out it was for nothing...

GIVE UP!

-been

Forgetful to a fault-
never eager to remember what has been,
because that only translates to what I’ve lost.
And if forgetting means ripping parts of my flesh,
I’ll do it with a smile
as if I’m shedding
the no longer needed:
I’ll give my wings-
reminders of my fall.
I’ll give my sore veins-
reminders of crimson red on white skin,
of crimson red on a white moon.
No memories will stain my life,
as the night sky is stained with light
unwilling to let true darkness exist.

Heroes are only born when remembered;
but I am to be forgot.
Remember me not.