Superwoman Part II

You attempt to help him
but he turns his back on you
How do I become his superwoman now?
Its almost like the S on my chest is now an F
something inside him hurts
he doesn't know how to take the devil away
the man with the horns pushes them away
its not him; its the evil breaking through
i want to help; i want to give my heart, my all
i lay them out in front of him
on that fragile glass table,
just as terrified as he is that it will break through & crash
they may fall into the shattered pieces, bleed more than ever
He sees this & understands it
he knows what the horrifying possibilities are if he lays out his emotions
He reaches out his hands slowly;
filled with sorrow, hurt & abandonment.
i see this. he sees me
but in an instant, he pulls back;
takes it all away and shoves them in his pocket & runs
there i am, left with nothing but my glass table & wasted heart;
he is the epitome of dread