I was the villain in your story

Wicked eyes, and a wicked smile

whenever I saw you.

The woman who wrecked

Your poor, pitiful, aching, lonely heart.

I was a villain in your story

With nails that used to dig into your skin

When we would **** and cuddle because you felt like you needed a human fleshlight to feel happy on the inside

I was a villain in your story

When I told you not to smoke

Because you were already enough like my father that I didn’t need you to be a carbon copy with the tar filling your lungs.

I was a villain in your story

The one that hunted for another love and searched for a new life

A better life

I was a villain in your story

The rude **** who wouldn’t let you

Meet her in a public place

While her parents waited at home for you to **** mown.

I was a villain in your story

For giving you a book

That meant a lot to me

That I thought could help you

That you took as a dagger in disguise

I was a villain in your story

I guess there’s only one way to go from here

Take your sword and cut through me

Find peace in my solitude

Find happiness in the hate I now attract

Find love in the destruction of my own happiness and most importantly

Find contentment

In the death of the life I have always known

For you are a knight in shining armour, fighting battles with demons that you’ve conjured up in your mind and yet refuse to deal with on your own.

I’m tired of being the villain in your story

-Fay Castro