kryptonite smile

I’m dodging bullets in your glance, again

entire armies in your sigh.

and everyone expects me to be the

strong one-

the hero-

your words are just supposed

to glance off of me without

consequence.

I bleed.

a single careless whisper

can break a man

and somehow you

the one who is supposed to know better

do it without a second thought.

maybe it’s the cape.

The assumption is the big emblazoned “S”

on my chest

means something more

than 

“stupid”

or

“sucker”

or

“…sorry…”

or

“someone else”

yeah.

so it’s like that.

Every excuse I make

to try and make this battle turn

and the tide go in my favor

weakens me even more

because truth is the anomaly

in “that’s the honest truth.”

This sunshine

it ought to be feeding me…

making me fly.

It always has before

but somewhere along the way

something in your face

shifted

and my powers became meaningless

to you.