you were brave and talented and strong
in the way that heroes are
and i was scared and insecure
in the way i always am
people like me
who cry in the hours
before sunsets
who hide away
in fear of everything
wear sleeves in the summer
lose themselves in other people
and lie about who they are
aren't friends with heroes like you
they don't run with the spirit of a thousand lives behind them
don't craft life itself from under their fingertips
i can't smile in a way where you won't know it's fake
i can't hide in a way where you know i won't hurt
i spent a year bleeding
at the words my brain would repeat to me
every time you were unhappy
i'd blame that shit on me
until finally it was my fault
i'm scared of my hero
hero, i'm scared.
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
