y̶o̶u̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶c̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶w̶h̶y̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶i̶?̶

Hero

"so, 'superman'... what's your kryptonite?"

he looked at me.
i was smiling
and laughing at a joke
a friend of
mine had just said.

"her.
her smile, how it's so
genuine.
her eyes, how they sparkle
when she speaks of
something she's
passionate about.
her cheeks, the way they
get so rosy pink when
she's flustered or cold.
her giggle, how light
and beautiful it is.
her gentle whine when
i tease her.
her soft whispers
and how she gets so clingy
when she's sleepy.
her hand, how it fits perfectly
in mine.
her voice, how soft and
gentle it is.
her hair, how it falls perfectly
down her back and
over her shoulders in a
way not even rapunzel
could understand.
just...
her."

i looked to him as if i
knew he was
speaking of me.

i smiled and said,
"hello, my blue."

he replied,
"good morning, my yellow."

perhaps i smiled wider.

he whispered,
"i love you, my kryptonite."