i know what happened in that trailer left you with stories to tell yourself when the cemetery sleepers and movie magic corpses wouldn't cut it.
and after your brother ran off with a constellation, falling into the black hole of a boy like Venus,
You were left alone more often than you should've been,
more than what was safe
He left, but still called at your bedtime.
And you swore you'd outgrown being tucked in, that there were no monsters in the closet.
He lived at Burbank, Lot 15. in California.
and years after you moved away, he still haunted you like a second skin.
Always just too close
but even with that tool of a brother gone, you still had me
and I had You
and it was enough
We were the dynamic duo, the greatest thing since pizza delivery or comic books.
We were unstoppable because I didn't need superpowers with you as my wingman
and you didn't need him to save you
or worry your mother, with the too kind eyes and fragile joy.
cuz I could protect you,
i'm sorry, i really thought i could
but what are kids without big Dreams and fists that'd take on the world?
You spoke of superman like your heart was once called krypton
Looking towards the clouds, hoping he would reach you. It Should've Been Me.
i'm so sorry
I never got to ask if you saw him,
did he stare in through the window, rethinking his no-kill rule?
Did you give up on him too?
He might've been a hero, but you Loved just like his parents.
you always were too good for this shitstorm of a town