With a broad brush,
I painted you
into a monster
because it was easier
turning you into a villain.
It was easier
than admitting
how much you hurt me
(or maybe it was
just me hurting myself).
Perhaps I'm the villain?
Maybe I self-sabotage
because I think I
don't deserve
someone like you.
And when you hurt me
because of my own
emotional deficiency,
I blame you because
that makes me guilt-free.
At the end of the day,
the monster
in my story was not you,
but the reflection I see
in the mirror.