A Love Story - Part II

The passion that flowed from my body

at the mere thought of you

was a delicious mystery to me.

In your arms I found a home I’d never had.

Ever-present laughter shook the weight from my shoulders.

The mystery of an attraction so powerful

yet deadly.

Kryptonite.

You said it.

You used it.

Cruelly and impulsively with clichéd words

You shattered my heart,

my belief

my trust

my loyalty,

not my warrior spirit.

I reside in a new home,

The Fortress of Solitude.

I stay wrapped in those arms

of strength and predictability

Arms that protect

not destroy.

© Ingrid Fry