iaremunyee

The misadventures of the heart and sometimes, the stomach.

Somebody Else’s Superman.

I am in love with somebody else’s Superman.   When she bleeds crimson, you brush it off say that it’s fine. It blends in with the cape. I can take it to the laundromat after this. When she’s cold you set yourself alight to keep her warm, make excuses for her, shield her from life’s

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