09/08/2022

Maybe she was a villain.

She kept her heart to herself,

And when she revealed it to others,

They stood back, disgusted by the gruesome sight.

Maybe she was a villain.

It wasn't gruesome, but a heart.

That heart seemed decayed,

But it was still beating, alive.

Maybe she was a villain.

People have expectations,

And when they are not met,

They persecute like no other.

Maybe she was a villain.

If loving is a crime worthy of death,

A crime talked about even decades later,

One where she lives on with history.

Maybe she was a villain.

For loving the wrong person,

Giving them everything that was her,

And being smoldered by everyone.

Maybe she was a villain.

Because she told them,

"I love you," and expected

Something in return.

Maybe she was a villain.

For being so naive,

Comparable to a rabbit running,

Straight into oncoming traffic.

Maybe she was a villain.

For telling the truth in her defense,

Since no one else would do it for her,

Why would they?

Maybe she was a villain.

All alone, no shoulder to cry on,

Lying in a deep inescapable abyss,

Eyes blurring more by the second.

Maybe she was a villain.

One that arrived like a hurricane,

Gave meaning to boring lives,

And left, a greater storm than before.

Maybe she was a villain.

For cursing those bastards,

Those who dared push her down,

And tried to diminish the light that was her life.

Maybe she was a villain.

Because eventually, she no longer cared,

Instead fulfilling the life she was given,

And finally found her happiness.

Maybe she was a villain.

For living life like the drama it is.

For having emotions never dreamt of.

For dragging and finally pulling herself out the gloom.

Maybe she was a villain.

Author's Note: Gosh, it's been so long since I last wrote a poem and posted it in this book-

Anywho, I'm back, and trying to get back into the swing of things, which is essentially me trying to say that I'm trying to update my books more often.

This poem is yet another brainchild of a brainchild of mine and as usual, I sat down, not having a single idea of what to write, and instead letting fate guide me into writing whatever my mind comes up with.

Of course, as usual, there is a pattern, and that is the repeating line "Maybe she was a villain." Furthermore, I decided to play around with the fonts and made each "Maybe she was a villain," italic.

I think it adds a rather nice touch, no?

Let me know what you think!