Life Role: Villain
The irony of my life is that i will never get to be the victim in my own story. That I will always end up being the villain.
Because I love to fuck things up. I have a gift for ruining things I love most. I can take something beautiful in my hands and twist it until it breaks.
I can find cracks where there are none, carve wounds into places that were once whole, and keep digging until everything collapses.
No matter how deeply my heart is in it, no matter how badly I want to keep it safe, I always seem to be the one who destroys it. And when it’s over, I’m left with nothing but the wreckage and the sickening regret of damage I never meant to do, beating myself up for it for the rest of eternity. That’s my reality.
this hits me, i deeply relate to it, i commend your ability to put the right feelings in multi-perspective way, will love to read more, really!. want to be moots? feel free to read my articles as well if u have time. tsymm
I feel this completely, and you wrote this beautifully. Felt like I needed this read 👏🏾