Counting The Stars Poem by Anna Greco

I can't be superman and save you.
There's nothing left to save.
Your sinister side split your heart into two.
To think I still care for you.

I sit here and count the stars.
The same number as my scars.
The moon still shines ever so brightly.
You not being here isn't something I should take lightly.

I was on the ground,
But to you I was all around.
Funny how that went.
You left me with your scent.

You were here.
Only long enough for you to eventually disappear.
I don't know whether I should go back now.
I think it's something my mind wouldn't allow.

You used to be so bold.
Now just looking at you makes me feel cold.
What happened to you?
I knew you were too good to be true.

So now I just sit here and pick at the grass.
And wonder if you ever had any class.
I guess I can blame myself for this.
How I fell for a kiss.

I was engulfed by light.
It took away my sight.
It was your fault for leading it to be true.
It was mine for believing you.

So I continue to watch my fallen tears.
It is time to face all my fears.
I can't be superman and save myself.
There's nothing left to save.