The Villain


With a broad brush,

I painted you 

into a monster

because it was easier

turning you into a villain.


It was easier

than admitting

how much you hurt me

(or maybe it was

just me hurting myself). 


Perhaps I'm the villain?

Maybe I self-sabotage

because I think I

don't deserve 

someone like you. 


And when you hurt me

because of my own

emotional deficiency,

I blame you because

that makes me guilt-free.


At the end of the day,

the monster 

in my story was not you,

but the reflection I see

in the mirror.

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