Heroine

Heroine, you were in love.

You touched the fruit of my branches and said you would never regret. 

Heroine, you preached your care for my hard earned treasure.

Until it grew old and mold.

Heroine, you told me to trust, and trust I did.

You bared no embarrassment for your nude body.

So, I broke the wall of the spirit’s of grieving mothers.

I spoke with no whisper of the unforgiving secrets of my closet full of dead.

And you with no judgement.

Heroine, you set the time of several days and made that time heavier than any second wanted to be.

You made the minutes last until they burst their tears.

You gave me city lights and told me to hold dear.

You gave me star light and told me you’ll hold dear.

Heroine, you left me letters.

You wished upon my touch and stare and nothing more came after.

You grew tired of a wait.

And made a hasty stay in the wayside of boy’s silent pants.

Heroine, I am in mad ripple for the tormented despair, for why must you be my outlander?

Perch your mind to the soft silence I sent to you.

Find memorial memorials on our avenue and hold the lights dear.