I'm his Kryptonite and Lois lane.
His ruin and blessing in one.
When I wanna be;
the Harley Quinn to his Joker.

I am his g r a v i t y, pulling him,
Into the eternal a b y s s.
With his red cape,
All he wants to do is fly; high.

I'm Poison Ivy when he holds me,
Yet he kisses my acid flavored lips.
Despite all my fatal thorns,
He embraces my fragrance.

I want to be the Iris to his Flash,
Giving him all the strength.
Turn darkness into sunshine,
But I'm the one with eclipse.

He worships me,
Like I'm his religion.
On his scrapped knees, the hero.
And I execute my mark.

Guess Cupid missed his target,
yet again.

Guess I'll be the Psyche this time around.