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you are the single most difficult thing i've ever had the curse of caring for you're confusing and secretive and indecisive and insensitive and the way you treat me, no one ever deserves to be treated and at one point i fell hard so so hard yet i knew that they were just games but why did it seem like i could never win? it frustrated me like hell because when i compete, i win what the hell made you so special that you could beat me in every single battle? that i was willing to lose the war to you? then i became angry i wanted to take sweet revenge my heart became cold and it yearned to break yours ...or I thought it did you're like that stray piece of hair that never seems to stay where it should you dont know where you stand in my life yet you still barge in like you own it and up to today i ask myself why do i let you? you are nothing great you are nothing special you are nothing to me and i know that i'm probably lying to myself but you should know that although im a superwoman whom you're stupid not to love i'm getting tired too and you, my kryptonite, i will soon be immune to because darling i think i'm finally tired of loving you
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
Immune to Kryptonite
you are the single most difficult thing i've ever had the curse of caring for you're confusing and secretive and indecisive and insensitive and the way you treat me, no one ever deserves to be treated and at one point i fell hard so so hard yet i knew that they were just games but why did it seem like i could never win? it frustrated me like hell because when i compete, i win what the hell made you so special that you could beat me in every single battle? that i was willing to lose the war to you? then i became angry i wanted to take sweet revenge my heart became cold and it yearned to break yours ...or I thought it did you're like that stray piece of hair that never seems to stay where it should you dont know where you stand in my life yet you still barge in like you own it and up to today i ask myself why do i let you? you are nothing great you are nothing special you are nothing to me and i know that i'm probably lying to myself but you should know that although im a superwoman whom you're stupid not to love i'm getting tired too and you, my kryptonite, i will soon be immune to because darling i think i'm finally tired of loving you
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
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