483

I see all the suffering
There's nothing I can do
No amount of willpower
will ever see this through

I look for superheroes
for any saving grace
But still this world's fallen
A broken human race

Our poets talk about this
beauty in the breakdown
as if we should admire pain
I'd rather cure the town

482

I loved you then and I knew it.

I love you still and I shouldn't.

481

The memory of him is a tremor in the night, whispering through her, and she lets it pass.