Hey Batman

Hey Batman

Haven't seen you in a while.

I've been acting like a child

trying to hold on to you.

Onto the things I have left.

but maybe it's only best

if I let loose.

Let go.

Because it hasn't started to snow

and we're halfway through December.

And I'm begging you to remember

how you used to save the city

and me right along with it.

You should know I always pity

anyone who doesn't take the chance to know you.

But then you advance

in this epic romance

and I have to decide how to

position my heartstrings around you

because in this equation we divide two

until they are fractions too complicated for anyone to deal with.

You have this thought in your head

that pain is not something to regret

but something we only gain from.

And you would light yourself on fire

just to feel how it burns

and every time you turn,

bridges fall down all around you.

The climax of our story is your realization

of your self-deprecation 

through a creation of bad news

and lone walks in the dead of night

without a soul to save, you choose to lose

your sight in the bat cave

that seems so empty lately,

like the spot just below your heart

that starts in between your lungs

and connects directly to your tongue

and curves around every word you've ever made.

And I would have paid

just to see you walk away

from something that you started.

And I would have parted

as soon as I heard you say

that we were too loosely bound 

in this uptight world.

But you would never say that.

Even if we are just

bits of sand falling through the hourglass

and it's only a matter of time before we run out. 
But for now, we just have to be.

You see,
I used to let the sun kiss my skin 

but now I miss the rain 

because we used to hurricane

as if we had a reason to.

But now it's "tis the season" to

making aching hearts

that tell a story in parts

that will never fit together.

But worlds grow and fade

and yet, I wouldn't trade

any late, lonely night

for any sort of fight

that one of us might end up in.
Even when every one of those nights has been
a new hole in my middle.
And that's hurts, just a little.

Just like bullets that run in between eyes

and moments that I catch during your sighs

because I can tie

every memory to a string

that weighs me down like a chain of guilt

and built from one time when your eyes lingered

on mine and every breath that followed

was drawn with caution

as to not disrupt the moments

that we set up around each other

in a fragile manner.

Yet, there was no plan for

falling into this pattern

of touch and go

and living so low
that we want to slow
time, for it threatens to rip us apart.

But I've never felt like that before
Never have I wanted to pull out my hair
or stare so long at something that it combusts
or trust someone so instantaneously
that I'm dangerously close to breaking.
You try to gut out your insides until you feel nothing
in hopes that maybe something
will start to re-build itself inside of you
so that we won't have to starve
the one thing that carves us most.

We are sitting at a traffic light

stuck on go when stop is our main priority.

Even when there isn't a haven in sight

as you and I make up a minority

of stalled out cars and broken dishes,

fallen stars and making wishes

on the smallest of them.

Because they are us

and we are them.