Everything I had is gone over one tweak...

the distance was just too long

and the darkness overwhelming

I couldn’t hear the voices around me trying to warn

and now I regret ever saying yes.

 

I can’t believe I actually thought it would be like that,

that I thought I would be happy

 

The only close to happy thing In my life are the people around me

helping me through this pain.

As helpless as I feel, my tears the flood of Deucalion

washing away everything I had

 

The anger of the hulk but the sorrow of the dead.

A lingering soul lost on its way to the underworld.

 

No one really understands how much I have just lost.

I don’t even know how many tears were spilt over the said words,

but the flood of tears in result to the hearing of the words.

 

I didn’t think it would really happen;

that those specific words would really be said.

But now I know that my luck and my happiness

is just another trick.

 

Another illusion at a circus or magic act.

No one really cares how I feel,

or If I want to feel joy.

They just play with my heart, then stomp on it.

Foot prints of like that who I have loved

stained on my heart.

 

His voice in my head replaying the heart trembling conversation

His scent lays in my nose, torturing my brain.

His eyes match mine,

lightning blue shocking the darkened storm.

 

My cries and sobs are just another echo off the walls

of this empty cavern.

I draw on the walls the memories I hold.

I remember my first kiss, my first love.

The new adventures, and new beginnings

 

All of those drawings on the walls of the cavern

washed away by rain.

The rain of tears that flow from my stormy dark eyes.

The rage of Zeus, the power of Poseidon, and the sorrow of Hades

can not compare to what I feel at this very moment.

 

None can compare to what hurt and sadness I feel.

Pain that is not physical, but emotional, spiritual.

My spirit, my soul, lost from Hermes,

 

Lost from the worlds around

wandering and falling into the darkness.

 

I can’t remember how strong I am anymore

I can’t remember how to feel loved

I don’t want to know how another break feels

I don’t care about any other man.

 

Superman crashed.

His kryptonite found him

and I finished the puzzle.

The distance, the pain, the anger, and me.

that was the recipe for his kryptonite.

And yet, he still does not realize I have already been hit.

 

I have lost my way because of him

I have lost faith and hope because I lost my love.

Everything.

Not Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, nor Clark

could possibly know what this is about or how I feel

and clearly,

Neither did the one who left me, and broke my fragile heart.