Loosely Based On

You know my kryptonite-

the substance that

makes me powerless to you.

Your chemical kiss,

a poison that I'd

gladly drink from.

Your liquid stare

melts me into puddles

of submission.

Your fingers- metal shards-

piercing me and

bleeding me dry.

But no longer

will I succumb to your

ploys to claim me.

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