The love of my life has a Superman complex
Which, let’s face it, in the beginning is kinda sexy
And I was dying, literally dying, to be saved.
So he broke me in and house-trained me
Taught me how to be docile and static
Shook out the wild and the reckless.
Ironing out my bipolar with patience
Chasing away the manic,
Leaving just the shell.
And maybe that’s when we broke down
Because what happens when there’s nothing left to save?
Nothing left to chase and heal?
For once I’m breathing completely
But now he’s broken
For the fall in the distance
For my skin to re-open
For someone to break
And that someone needs to be me.
We spend our nights just staring, waiting for some spark
No—not a spark—
For the chase
To kick-start us back to life
Because while I’m deflating,
His heart’s slowly decaying.
The savior’s high electrified him
But the crash is killing him.