December 29, 2010

the villain

I was made a villain,

in the middle of the night,
while conversations flew,
like shooting stars.


Oh, it was out of line.
Oh, it caught me by surprise.
That you took those words
as an insult on my behalf.


What a mess it is,
when the air is filled with
“I know exactly what I heard”
And there’s not any going back.


I was made the villain,
in the middle of the night,
while conversations flew,
with no intention to harm.

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