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superman

no cape, no tights
an ego - banging air into a glass bottle.
verbose but hollow speech
puffing false authority
and an emblazoned S on your chest-
I'd love to scratch the scar into it permanent.

more my brother than my lover
two anti-heroes
and I would have been more happy to
just talk to you all night in our underoos.

all the best cowboys have mommy issues
looking for every fleshy inch of approval
but we both know
it could have been better
base and not boring-
for a performance and my
reaching for something inhumane
could you see me in my invisibility?

I sent you off like a skipping child
who might grow up to conquer the villain
but you lost this time,
your weakness pliable
I'm almost sick of winning.

I'd love to feel enough
to deliver a left hook
to your begging jaw
in our crowd-
where we both demand attention
and get it.

but it is more likely
that you would give me a smart smack in the face
and fly away

to catch someone who actually wants to be saved.
Written by WhatIUsedToBe
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