You think you know me,
enough to stop listening
when I ask for respect.
You only got a taste of me
as you gnawed my bones
and spit out my pain.
You say, “in the movies,
they don’t kill the hero.”
You’re right.
Sometimes,
the hero kills themself
and becomes the villain.
When I’m gone
and all that remains are ghosts
left behind in black and white
on yellowed pages.
You’ll say that you knew me.
and you’ll think it’s true.
~ elr
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