From the lover of a villain

That's how a villain is born

If he's a villain to you,
you are the one who made him one.
If he hurt you, too,
you are the one who taught him to hurt one.

You are the sun
who turned cool water into hot moisture,
to turn his soft and fluffy white
into a cruel and hard darkness.

Now, here he is. Draining himself out until he goes empty.
He won't mind dying if it is to drown you.
He won't mind piercing himself with a sword of light
if it is to burn you.

Not there are many villains in this world.
Some villains, you just create them.
You torture them to the brink of collapse.
You pain them every time you crack them.

When they are finally in pieces,
they try to piece themselves.
They will be hurting so much that they hurry,
not looking even to look