how to love the villain

I met a boy who once handed me a bag of darkness.

he was dreamy

and he was everything i shouldn't have.

he wanted me with all he had

and i wanted him in all the ways i shouldn't have.

his chapter was blurry, but the feelings were real.

turns out the dreamy eyes i dreamt about 

were only just a chapter. 

and i was left with nothing but this bag of darkness 

and the dark gloomy dreams of eyes that will haunt me in my sleep.

I met a boy who handed me a bouquet of dying flowers.

they were all he had.

they were a mirror of his soul

and i couldn't help but hold those flowers tight.

turns out i held on to tight. 

i had too much to give 

and he didn't have enough. 

he left me with dead flowers

and he left with nothing but the thought of 

roses in my hair and the thought of someone 

who could've loved him forever.

all i had left was this bag of darkness

that made everything foggy and was clouding my judgement.

and these dead flowers that are growing in my lungs.

i cant help but wonder what happened to me 

and why all of my flowers are dead.

it took me years to realize that these are the villains in my story

and they too, are important.

this bag of darkness caused me so much pain, 

but now i understand more than i knew before. 

and this. was a gift.

these flowers you picked for me were once the most beautiful.

even though they are dead, they remind me of us.

so they will always be the most 

beautifully tragic flowers that will grow in me. 

theses are my villains.

and to have a good story, 

you need to love the villain as much as you love the hero.

song: Thirteen Sad Farwells // Stu Larsen