Some people have rapid healing, others have laser beams shooting out
of their eyes…what do I have?
Nothing useful really.
I never wanted to be a rockstar-superstar-superhero
that saves the world and flies off with a damsel in his arms
while his arch nemesis swears revenge once again.
I didn’t want to save the world,
fight oppression,untruth and injustice,
fight for the weak,malnourished and meek
destroy the universe for it’s own good or
alter the fabric of space,time and reality.
Some people have rapid healing,others have laser beams shooting out of
their eyes…what did I have?
I could fall in love with anyone rapidly.
That was my ability,my so called superpower.
It was also the second most useless power to have, right after the guy
with the chicken head and chicken feathers and air filled bones
(pneumatic pbones with 2 silent P’s).
Apart from that, I was totally and pathetically normal…no
retractable claws,no telekinesis and no fuckin’ shapeshifting
In other words; Bo-oo-oring!
Then there was that girl.
Isn’t there always one?
For the first time in life I fought against my own powers.
She was so pure and lofty,
that I didn’t deserve to love her,
or so I thought.
I fought hard.
It lasted exactly 13 fuckin’ picoseconds…quicker than you can say
Draw! (or sketch,shade or color)
Later I found out that she was one of us too.
Her power was that she could know about anyone who was in love with her.
She called it
(albeit somewhat naively)
She confronted me.
Demanded an explanation…she wanted to ” talk about it” (Don’t they
all? picture me ,in your minds eye,raising two quotation marks with my
hands while I emphasize ‘talk About It’)
I told her the truth that I didn’t deserve someone like her.
(truth is subjective…everything is relative,everything is
subjective…isn’t relative and subjective the same thing?)
She didn’t think I deserved to love her either.
I felt miserable for not being able to stop loving her.
Maybe if I stopped loving her,it would make her happy.
I tried hard.
She never asked me to stop either,
but made it clear that she’d never love me.
She confessed that she had never learnt
what the word ‘Love’ meant.
Someday,with the right person,
she claimed she would learn ‘love’
in all its glory.
Until then she’d have to be be content
with chopping off heads,
and crushing hearts.
I felt miserable,unloved and all alone.
This was the first time in many years that I felt completely normal.
And then you come along,crashing uninvited into my life.
1 picosecond,2 picoseconds,3 pico…Dammit!
Goddamit! I hate being me!