Monday, January 11, 2016

always I look
hoping to find
you around the corner,
instead it is a poke,
or a quick smack
along the arm
while you tease and joke
and we laugh together.
I want to give you
more chances to smile,
to feel adored and worthy,
never to feel hurt
or be used-
and feel safe with me.
To look into the eyes of Superman,
I burn myself to cinders
From the fire.
He stands strong, majestic.
I see he hides away
The tired, bloodshot eyes-
The loneliness inside
Cowering beneath steel.
With a kiss, I might take it away
For just a moment,
A small surprise from my heart
For his-
But he has the world on his shoulders.
He doesn't see me
Even though he has saved me.