The hero and the heroin
You can never compete with the lure of poetry
I can always find waters deeper than you
You can never follow me where I go
I don’t even know what I need you for
...but I do
A primeval force compels me
To fight for the scraps you’re made of
And how I wish I could put my arms down
But mine is a tyrant king
I am a hero, you are my heroin
Living in an Eden
Surrounded by a desert of boredom
You are a star falling over the horizon
Beckoning, disturbing my sleep
Tearing me away from paradise
To find out you are made of sand
All those slayed dragons I left behind
For what?
If only you didn’t want me for my effort
I’d master the inspiration to adore you
Instead you make me walk
Dragging my wings around
Like a pilgrim to the promise of you
Which you can never keep
I need one, and love another.
What is your curse?
Posted Sep 14, 2022, 11:38 PM UTC
Wow. This resonates. Speaks bravery:)