poem I wrote long ago-Sydney 17

and nothing hurt worse than when she realized, she wasn't invincible.
and he knew it too.
alll that time spent standing strong and shielded and he was the kryptonite.
and god was he good.
the superhero they saw her as crumbled.
she was no longer strong.
she had been broken.
everything she'd endured to make sure she'd be the savior, that she wouldn't ever be weak;
all desecrated because of the boy who knew the secret he had no intention to keep.
he'd watched her; when she believed she was alone.
stole her heart so that she couldn't function on her own.
discovering the feigned strength before even she.
he plotted to thieve her invincibility.
the boy did just that.
while our brave little hero fell for the first time, no power of flight or imaginable gift to rescue our rescuer.
she sat in his lap as he encircled her in his arms, the damsel mesmerized by the villains charm.
until one day the arms grew to thorns which enthralled her.
he was no longer there and neither was her strength.
what once was wavering behind closed doors was now infinitely absent and that's when she realized she wasn't invincible.
and that's what hurt the worst.