Villain

I’m the villain in his story.
I’m sure I’ve played this role before
For others.

I’m someone’s crazy ex
Who is brought up in stories
Told at parties.
I think we all are.

The problem with stories
Is we can never really tell
What’s fiction and what’s fact.

He remembers things differently
Than I do.

In my story, he’s the villain,
The bad guy,
The heartbreaker
In shining armor
Meant to trick the vulnerable.

In his story I’m the witch
In a cottage in the woods
A succubus,
A man-eater
On the prowl.

I’m the villain
In his story
And
I
don’t
care.