Better Lover

 

She was drowning, so I drank the sea.

 

She needed support, so I turned my feet into stone.

 

She didn't want to be a choice, so I carved her face into my heart.

 

She was never taught to be brave, so I stole Superman's cape.

 

Her world was a dark place, so I lassoed the Sun and commanded it.

 

But when I gave her a voice, she called it controlling.

 

When I stood up for her future, she called it crazy.

 

When I came to protect her, she called me evil.

I am one, she had an army.

 .

.

. 

Alcohol was the better lover.