0 Creating a Villain

This saddens me to think about,
but I've never said the words you want to hear.
It doesn't matter anymore, though;
you're too far away to hold dear.

I can't believe I'm even writing this;
I promised I wouldn't, again.
Stop reading right now if you're
afraid of getting to the end.

I'm not pretending; no,
but I am learning to be true.
I know in my heart what you mean to me,
but I don't know how to prove
that these words aren't just a scam.
I want to explain how I feel,
without you thinking it's a sham.

I don't want to hurt you again;
I would expect you to feel the same.
This sensation that has overtaken me
is unleashing a cure upon my brain.

I cannot begin to describe the beating
of my heart or the tears I'm holding back;
but, if I've learned anything over these years,
it's that the love you had for me is, truly, what I lack.

I'm sorry for making you the villain
in a chapter in my story of pain;
I'm sorry for breaking your heart,
as well as pushing you away.

If I could get anything remotely
close to a second chance,
I promise I will love you, eternally,
and beyond the final dance.

--Michael R., 32