Sparks in the Dark

Devils Advocate

I'm not special.
I'm not different.
I'm both beautiful and perfect the way I am, and also a mess who fucks shit up.
My story vs. Your story.
My words against yours.
Both sides are always true.
But this time I don't want to win, I don't want to prove something, I don't want to hurt you. But thats what I say every time right?

This time I'm choosing to admit that I am the villain.

I always used to think you were. The evil cruel villain. The demon, the misunderstood bad boy, the broken one who gets saved.

I think the hero complex got to me a little too much.

I don't wanna save you anymore. Because you never needed saving. You were always perfect just the way you were.

Your even still perfect now, whatever falls into the category of "perfect", could never explain the way I believe you are perfect.

This isn't an apology. Or a love letter. Or me asking you to come back, even though I'm sure you would. But I guess thats a bit naive of me to believe, you can't always come back.

Even as I write everything comes out like the ramblings of a crazed person who can't hold their grip of reality.