Kryptonite.

Your beautiful, mysterious eyes lit the flame.

The fire raged, and passion burned as you gasped my name.

There we burned, for God knows how long.

Slowly the fire packed up and went home.

I could feel your warm body grow stronger underneath me.

While my own withered away, I didn't want to leave.

You say I'm killing you with your own heart.

Baby, can't you see I'm falling apart?

No matter how hard you fight it,

Hypocrisy runs through your veins.

And no matter how much I deny it,

I know I'm exactly the same.

Before your screams were different,

Whether for pleasure or for pain.

Now it all runs together,

It's all the same.

I loved it when you tore the pages of my life away.

Or when you threw my old journal in the fireplace..

Remember that day?

I must've kicked you out half a dozen times.

But, it's like we just keep hitting 'rewind.'

Your face is the director of my nightmares.

Whenever I close my eyes, you are there.

This morning my face was burnt by the curling wand,

I know you hate my straight, black hair, so I curled it, died it blonde.

My mother called yesterday.

She asked me if I was okay,

And you made me lie.

My esteem is like your kryptonite.

When it's low you can sleep soundly through the night.

My cries don't wake you from your sleep.

It comforts you to hear me weep.

I smiled at the cashier at the coffee shop.

Do you remember how many bruises I got?

Why must you believe, that I am happy,

Only when I am scared?

Why wouldn't I leave?

You don't trust me....

I don't blame you.

How can you trust someone just like you?

Reviews

[MS. BABy]

YOU ARE TRULY A POET WHO HAS A KNACK FOR THE DIFFERENT...AND I LOVE IT LOVE IT....

[Chris]

Too many feel better by making others feel lessor... relationships are a way of living... not crying.

Chris

[Ness of Love]

"How can you trust someone just like you?" That is oh so very true. The trust of one must be from the trust of another. This was very beautiful

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Everything about this is beautiful.

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I loved it when you tore the pages of my life away.
Or when you threw my old journal in the fireplace..

These lines are so highlighted well in my mind. I could imagine the feelings. Such deep powerful imagery....xo