Villain

He laughs

and brushes a piece of tangled hair behind my ears

His calloused hands graze my neck

the tender touch igniting the feeling

of warmth

of protection

of love

the perfect man…

maybe not my perfect man

an awakening in my gut tells me

that I’m merely the villain

in someone else’s love story

but that’s okay

everyone loves the villain

when it’s their time to tell the tale