While breaking inside,
he was always curious
if there's reason why you hurt him.
He wondered
if one can find pleasure in hurting another.Because of you,
he was convinced that one can.
All he needed then,
was an ounce of solace.
He would have done anything for it.But, he couldn't hurt someone.
He knew the feeling of being hurt
and he didn't want anyone else to feel it.
Expecting any contentment,
that's when he started to hurt himself.He understood that it didn't give one pleasure.
But some kind of feeling that could calm one down a bit.
From then,
he started to overrun the pain you caused him
using the pain he caused himself.It was after an eternity of this process,
he thought of hurting you.
He knew the suffering.
He doubted if you knew it.
He pondered only to understand you didn't.He wanted you to get
a taste of your own medicine.
He started hurting you.
But, when he hurts,
he never hurts anyone but you.He can't.

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From the lover of a villain
PoetryThese poems tell a story of a villain. How he became one and more. All narrated by his beloved.