He is My Kryptonite

 He is My Kryptonite 

He is my kryptonite, my one weakness, the one I would do anything for. 

He could be poison and I would still drink him in, unable to stop myself nor want to. 

He is my kryptonite, like the sirens were said to call out to the sailors, luring them to their doom, yet I seek more. 

Something about him calls to me, keeps me here; his forever, there is nothing I can or want to do. 

 

He is my kryptonite, the howl in the night that draws me out, seeking my wolf, my fate. 

This pull between us, holding us here, neither able to break free; neither of us wanting another. 

He is my kryptonite, the one that could be the death of me, and I don’t care, because he could just as well make me immortal at this rate. 

Something about him, about us, that makes the world fade away and everything seem like it might end up okay after all; when we are together! 

 

-Angela Stull