I stopped believing in heroes when my best friend and lover fled.

People leave when life gets hard.

Fair enough. Now I know about that.

Heroes are false idols. Totally fake.

We make them ourselves.

They fail to live up to our fantasies.

I promise.

It’s a fact. It’s not always their fault.

I’d rather meet a badly flawed angel

One with a strong embrace

to stop me getting away

because I always try to escape.

I’d like an imperfect face

A face I won’t like very much at first

but can slowly come to love.