I'm sorry if I'm being the bad guy.
No,
I am being the bad guy.
I'm unable to handle this storm,
when you had to,
and you acted like everything was fine.
Am I'm unable to handle your letters,
even though you had to deal with us,
specifically my letters,
and my obsession and wishes and fantesies,
and you still managed to pretend everything was okay.
I hate your flowers,
but you decided not to pull the petals off,
when I don't know how to resist that.
Maybe it really is karma.
Maybe I do deserve this.
Maybe I should stop writing and be happy and move on and lie that I'm okay and be the fucking side character I'm supposed to be so you can have your flowers and not worry about me and not feel like the whole world is against you just because of me because it's not any of your faults it's my fault
it
is
my fault.
I am the villian who destroys the city,
the power hungry guy who wants everything.
Admittedly,
I started wishing you would just be fine with us.
Everyone who hated the idea of us would just,
suck it up,
and be fine.
All because I was selfish,
for something that shouldn't even be a prize.
So I guess this is the universe's way of punishing me,
for thinking that.
All of that.
Soooo,
I guess it is me,
I am the bad guy.
Sorry about that.
Its me,
hi,
I'm the problem it's me.
YOU ARE READING
maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...