Dieing hero

I"m here fading to black
your first love
our love was always walked on a broken bridge
we lived our lives wondering when mine was going to in
and as I lay here bleeding
I wonder are heroes allowed to bleed
I was you hero
you hung posters of me on your well
and now I lie here counting the breaths to my last
I am now your dieing hero
the man you once loved is now old and wrinkled
so forgotten is the dieing hero

Author's Note

no punctuations sorry