Micky's Poems

My Heroes

I had a hero once, he was nice to me.
I knew that he loved me, obviously.
I saw him as brave and kind
As well as easygoing; he could pay no mind.
I loved him and he loved me.
But he faded out, eventually.
He then turned right to the dark side
And soon I was alone, with no one by my side.

I had a hero once, well not exactly.
I loved him but he only liked me.
He was there when others had left,
And he made me laugh when he performed tiny theft.
I wanted us to stay together, but unfortunately
Life moved on, separating us terribly.
I used to cry for him late at night
But I knew I had to move on. It just seemed right.

I try not to think about them, as much.
I'm only setting myself up for heartbreak and such.
Of course there are days when I want them back,
But sadly these heroes never last.
I tell myself to be weary now.
I never get involved, my head bowed.
I have no heroes anymore
Because they made my heart all torn.

I envy those who do have them,
But I know better now versus then.
One hero is now coated in ink,
Able to hurt you if you blink.
The other hero is possibly dead,
Which is one thing that I dread.
I do wish for a hero, someone that can stay,
But I know better than to let my hopes up anyway.