Today, he is a villain
A heartless monster
Who was incapable of love all along
Yesterday, he was a victim
A wounded angel
With unthinkable and undeserved struggle
On Thursday, he was a narcissist
A manipulative devil
Driven my self-interest alone
Last week, he was my star-crossed lover
And this time apart
Was just a chapter in our story
This morning, he was a lesson
A fading pain in my chest
Pointing me on a path toward discovery and peace
Villains and victims
Narcissists and soulmates
Lessons and lovers
They all bleed together
And the longer they do
The more I see
His story doesn't matter
What matters, is me
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Comments1
In all these contexts that he had became it gave you the one thing that cannot be taught and that is experience. Go forward in your life knowing that you now know more.
Thank you 😊
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