Two Poems For The Batman I: Batman Is Dead

Nobody slammed the door, nobody hurt you.
Nobody broke your heaert and left you,
left you for dead.

Nobody killed Batman and buried him
in the pillows where you bury
your face at night,
as if no one could hear you cry

Nobody loved you. Nobody promised you
the world and gave you only
heartbreak,
taking all the diamonds,
all your firsts for themself.

Nobody turned out the lights
and gave you a long, slow introduction
into all you’re never supposed
to know.

( Nobody cared, and nobody lied.
The truth was never safe to hide. )

Nobody figured you’d be missed,
or when.
Nobody knew you like the back
of your hand,
or the curve of your hips in
silk dresses.

Nobody ever told you what you’re
worth, no one ever thought
you were ready to hear.
Nobody gave you the time of the

year. Nobody knew that one day you’d
stip falling, stop hurting, start
hating,
and now,
all of your demons are celebrating.

Two Poems For The Batman I: Batman Is Dead

Anarkhos

Joined June 2008

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The first part of two.

The full full title is:

Upon The Death Of Childhood Heroes: Two Poems For The Batman Part One, Batman Is Dead

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