My sensitive villain

You throw swords at me, and cry

When I call you names.

You pull out the guns

And weep that I love another.

You tear into another’s throat,

But I’m the villain who broke your heart.

You live in the limelight,

And cry, when I did my part

To give you more,

But I am sure

You’ll never forgive the past.

It must be hard to live with all that,

Fan clubs, and girls at your house.

You scream that you’re treated unfairly,

When you’re the princess,

And I’m the mouse.

It must be nice to be that close

To the man who was my steady.

Did you think of killing me when you held a sword in your hand,

And said you were ready?

It must be tough

To look like that,

To be worshipped and adored.

It must be tough to have your name

All over the billboard.

So go ahead,

Cry to me,

After your fling with many,

As I bled,

As I dreamt of suicide,

Over a dream lover who would never know me.

Go back to the girls

Who don’t know what they have

When they hold your hand.

They don’t have a clue

What it is to live

Without you, nor do they understand

What it is to long for love,

So distant, so far away.

What have I done to deserve to be so lonely?

Go ahead,

Break my heart,

As though I weren’t injured, already.

I didn’t know what it was to long for you before we met.

I lived in a cold, numb state of tension and unlived dreams

You sniffed out, like a bloodhound, the instant you looked at me.

“Another womanizer,” I thought, and rolled my eyes.

How many women were at your apartment?

I think the newspaper said, “several.”

Go ahead, tell me those lies.

Tell me that was different.

Tell me no man can do for me what you can do.

Tell me it’s innocent.

Go ahead,

“Insult my intelligence." *

Pretend I’m not armed.

It’s obvious what this is.