i think i might have superpowers
"does this make me a hero?
is everyone with power a hero?"
im a shapeshifter,
a reflection of your deepest desires.
allow me to mold myself into alluring shapes and patterns,
you dont need to ask.
we can play a game.
you play hunter and i'll be hunted.
you play victim and i'll be villian.
you play uno and i'll draw 4.
i can bend to your will,
i can be anything you need,
just as long as you need me.
please say you need me.
let me help you with my powers
after all, is that not what heroes do?
save the day, save your day,
save you.
so use me,
until you no longer need me.
until the elasticity of my skin no longer remember its shape.
baby, doesn't it feel right,
baby, it doesn't feel right.
i must ask,
do you actually need me or
do you need what i can do for you?
but isn't asking the same question a bore?
can i stay myself this time?
will you still value me if i don't bend for you,
if i want you to want me as i am,
is that a crime?
look at me and please don't turn away,
don't turn me away.
i'm here to be yours
but you're not here to be mine.
am i a hero?
when you hold all the power,
and i'm nothing but a weirdo.
"cause imma creep,
imma weirdo,
what the hell am i doing here?
i don't belong here"
It’s boypuppy! sorry to end this poem with Radiohead lyrics, but the more I thought about it, the more the song made sense to what I’m writing about. I initially put it in as a placeholder for something better, but honestly, I got lazy and I didn’t think anything I could think of could be better said than how “Creep” said it.
Bear with me, I’m trying to get better at writing and expressing emotions through writing. So yall are gonna have to sit through many of my bad poems until, eventually, I write a good one.
Anyway, it’s been a pleasure as always, boypuppy.