Let me be the dragon in your story, fighting for fame and glory.
Bad to the bone, existing all alone.
Could it be that everything is about me? Or maybe, everything is about you, could that be true?
Let me be the demon in the dark, waiting on my mark to devour the one I never truly knew – you.
I must be the biggest villain, none in a billion
because I am not blue, unlike you.
(Usually, I don’t revisit pieces I wrote, but tonight I had to do it. Is it better? What do you say?)