Stay

​She didn't say it, 

but she always wanted a Hero.

She never let the words, 

save me, 

love me, 

stay,

fall from her lips

.But she wanted a Hero.

Caress me when I tremble,

brave my monsters and chase them away.

When you see the scores upon my soul,

Stay.

Stay until the day falls.

Illuminate my world with all the colors you have always painted in others,

and make a canvas out of my heart.

In the silent of night, 

await my nightmares in the perpetual darkness,

and hold me until the dawn comes again.

She wanted that kind of Hero.

The one that could be patient with withering flowers.

Breath into broken dreams, 

and soothe comfort back into a her,

as if she had never felt it before.

Hero,

save me.

Words etched into the walls of the tallest tower.

Guarded by echoes of every demon she thinks makes her ugly,

built brick by brick from every lash,

every scar,

every heartbroken,

soul shattering,

chest wrenching promise,

"Heroes" ... have carved into her.

"Save me",

she whispers just loud enough for own sake.

Brave smiles often compliment damsel's in distress.

Hero,

Save me.

Love me.

...Stay.

Reviews

[Alejandra Marie]

Chilling. You know I have a feeling that a lot of your poems have a subtle feeling of broken within them. Which is horrible! Now before you feel offended, I only say that because it makes them all the more real for me. And I'm not sure how I'm feeling about that. I like it because everyone has cracks, everyone is a little broken, it makes the emotion in the poem more tangible for the reader. But, at the same time, I don't like it because I know all too well what broken feels like and it's not necessarily good.

Anyway, the poem is amazing. And doesn't everyone want a hero? Someone to save them? I love how you mention that she never told you. We all expect people to just know how we are feeling. Sometimes our eyes are screaming about what's inside but whether it be our pride, embarrassment, mistrust, or whatever else, we can never use our words and let it fall off our lips. And sometimes the people who want to help you the most just don't know how because of it.

How can my heart not ache in response to your beautifully written words? Just like I said in my last review, as a reader I can sympathize with the narrator but at the same time, I have the feeling of wanting to be saved, of finding my hero. So far, your poems have caused a give and take type of relationship between the narrator and the reader. I love that!

[Andrew Rayne]

You are way to kind. :) Honest. Thank you so much again.