Superman

A Poem by Casey Nicolee

About love.

Sitting here on this chair as I think.
Thinking about coming over after work.
We could talk about the stars and their alignment.
Then out of nowhere, my phone rings.
It's her. <3
My heart drops to the floor, like an elevator.
She wants me to go pick her up.
Tears fill her eyes as she get's into my car.
I see the cuts along her wrists.
I stop the car and I take her hands in mine.
She asks me, " Am I still beautiful?"
I pull up her sleeves and I run my thumbs over her scars, her cuts.
Of course Darling, you're more than beautiful. You're perfect to me.
I pull up my sleeves.
" Am I still perfect?" I say.
Her eyes stare into my soul, as she kisses my wrists.
" Baby, you're more than perfect. You're amazingly perfect. You're my type of perfect. I love you."
She said to me that day I was her superman.
But, it doesn't matter how many cuts she has, she's still beautiful. And to her, I'm still perfect.
That's what makes us, well.
Indestructible.