i.

i’m no savior, i cannot fix you.
i’m barely mended myself.
i’m no hero, i cannot save you.
i can’t even save myself.

ii.

i’m not a concept, not an ideal, there are no rainbows in my veins.
i’m not flawless, not absolute, my life is woven of mistakes.

iii.

do not look at me for answers,
i will reply in questions.
do not look at me for hope,
i will reply with emptiness.

iv.

i am not a dream,
no perfection can come from me.
i am merely a pile of bones,
coupled with a heap of recycled flesh.
my eyes are dull and my mind is numb.

my fingers tracing non-existent lines
of the words i wrote every night.

vii.

i am nothing but a human.
like you.

viii.

you had faith in me
how could you?
you couldnt see it in yourself.
we were similar in all ways.
our own desires,
our own dreams

except i'm ready to chase mine
but you're ready to erase yours.