The Hero Complex
A poem I read at the spoken word poetry event:
He has an infinity for the broken.
Anything or anyone who needs him. He will come swooping in like a knight in shining armor on the day of battle.
On the eve of battle he will be no where to be found.
He will profess that he loves you, but what he loves is the broken pieces of you that reflect him.
Look how good he is to you. That is the lie you will tell yourself.
shines each broken piece.
Yet, you throw a blind eye to who threw the rock at the mirror.