sugar & spice

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kryptonite

i always thought that being human means things would be much simpler. not necessarily easier or less-heartbreaking, but much simpler. i've read stories about heroes and villains alike with their remarkable powers and high tolerance of pain— a prodigy of masterpiece made from the simple thought of how such mundane creatures could do great things if only you're brilliant enough to come up with ideas and wild imaginations.

but even heroes and villains have their weaknesses. i'd like to think that as a normal human being my weakness would be much less threatening— less complicated to deal with. we're no extraordinary beings so everything could kill us in a second— nothing big right?— hence why we got nothing to lose. we're all gonna die anyway.

oh boy was i wrong. i thought i never had a weakness,

until i met you. my thoughts would always go on a frenzy whenever i think of you. who would have ever thought that a single touch could bring someone weak on their knees? im a mess of butterflies and stars, of everything warm and fuzzy that it was sickeningly sweet in the eyes of bystanders. you're the source of my power, the electricity coursing through my veins, the morphine i have to take every morning and the champagne i drink every night for the simple notion of drowning myself enough with insobriety so i could forget the reality in which predators and kryptonites exists too— in the shape of you.