superman

I AM THE AIR

that hugs you tight so you can breathe;

the hand the holds yours and yet can let go.

i am the heart of the rose that you love so much;

the sun that casts away the rain of your gray skies.

i am the smile when tears wash away your face;

the citadel that keeps you safe from savages of this rotten world.

i am the ground beneath your cold feet

the home that kindles your weary soul

i am the candlelight of your darkest night

the song that wakes you when the dawn calls

i am the water that bathes you with love

the meaning of the lyrics of your song.

i am the existence that you have forged

the color of your art that lasts forevermore

i am the cigarette smoke that you breathe

the same smoke you spit out that cools your spirit.

i am the story that you make

the notebook of your memories forever kept

i am the soul, which from you, will not part

but just not the one who holds your heart.

. . .

what if one day, i’ll wake up and realize that my heart is no longer mine but yours?
should i wear my red cape, fly and chase your comet? or
i’ll just bury myself fifty feet under the ground beneath you,
drink the kryptonite you brewed,
and stay?

What will that make me?