But I am not that strong.
Rock solid has never been
My nomenclature.
I am your weakness,
But you, Superman, are mine.
Debilitating in the most divine way,
I am left drained, all of the fight
You have drunk from my half-parted lips.
My strength is your downfall,
But as long as we fall together,
Collapsing on clouds built of dreams
Surrounded by hope born of joy,
I will gladly crumble with you.
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