VILLIAN (POEM 93)

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Loving you at my worst,

Never once doubting that I would have to be without you,

Seems now that your gone,

I cannot get you out of my head,

The way you would make me smile,

How you made me scowl at your silly jokes,

How you made me feel alive,

But you killed me in the end,

I'm left here wondering what happened,

Why did you change?

When did you become the villain in my story?





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