YOUR KRYPTONITE
Face it.
Everyone has a kryptonite. It's not just you.
Everybody has someone who makes them crumble when they get close.
Everybody has someone who turns their sturdy morals dust.
Their strongest assets useless
Their confidence confused
Everybody has that
one motherfucker
Who makes them look foolish and weak
Insecure and needy
And worst of all,
dependent.
Who turns you into the person you swore you'd never be
Who turns you into a person you can't recognize, but can't change
Crying to your enemies
Cringing on your knees
It's not just you.
And it's not just him.
It's not just her. I swear it.
Everybody has that one who...
FRUSTRATES them beyond no end,
who breaks their heart a million times over
just by doing nothing at all
Everybody has that one someone they're
forever running away from
forever running away from
but always
bumping into
Because that someone
is still (and will always be)
Home...
Heh.
If you're lucky, your one is
the perfect balance to your extremes,
the opposite of all that you are,
the one who will ground you when you get too close to the sun,
too close to godliness
Kryptonite will Humble you
to remind you that you're human.
If you're lucky,
your kryptonite loves you
And that tension can taste like static
And that pain can sound like passion
But real life is:
the kryptonite is your downfall.
Real life is,
you see him crossing the street
just eight feet
in front of you
you see her kiss him on the train
with a finger on his chin
or his number on your screen
with a semicolon grin
your logic keens
and you heart revolts
And the walls you build
melt like lead
if you're lucky,
your kryptonite loves you too
But if you're smart,
you'll keep them far, far away.
