NaPoWriMo – Day 25

His body breaks under the weight of being my hero.
Pieces of him scattered across the carpet,
one forgotten under the bed.
He came undone by my hands,
and I don’t have the threads to stitch his soul back together.

I watch him bleed into the seams of the room,
his warmth fading, staining the silence.
I gather what I can:
a shard of his smile, the curve of his back,
but nothing fits.

I tell myself it wasn’t my fault.
I tell myself lies sweeter than truth.
But my fingerprints are all over him.

He asked me not to make him more than he was.
I crowned him anyway
and broke him when he could not hold it.

Now all that remains is his name,
caught in the hollow where he once stood.