I don’t see any holes in the wall.
Or hear beer cans opening at all.
I look in the night for your face from my dreams,
but I see someone else slumbering away.
Thunder goes quiet after a while.
Rain doesn’t let it stay.
There are moments when I wonder what could have been.
I thank God that it didn’t happen every day.
He haunts me,
he wants me,
I heard him say it five years ago,
in that room
alone,
he wants me,
and he wants me,
but I can’t take him on the honeymoon.
We meet villains in the chapters of books or in movie scenes, but we downplay the villains we meet in the street. We invite them into our homes and test ourselves that they can be our friends, and allow ourselves to be bartered and broken in the hopes for another relationship, because we are humans, after all, creatures that are envious of spiders who can make their own support from silver webs. We let these outliers peel us down to have our bones exposed to the wind, to be embarrassed that such a strong structure, like our ribs and our spines, would allow being infiltrated. But you know what I noticed when I had my bones shining in the open?
How beautiful I was.
How pearly and pure I could be, and how more magnificent I would be when I healed over the fractures.
I have faced many villains, some were friends, some were never friends, some were the ones that we loved more than friends, and then, there was the one that we were first marked from, the notch on the sternum.
I would say that I was young, but that makes my character look simple, blind. I, though I knew who this person was. What made them tick. What their first thoughts in the morning would be. He was good at giving me answers and good at keeping me around to figure out more, and the best at asking why I would think such things.
The best villain of all, the one who knows how to pull at the strings.