Who’s the Villain in This Story?

A Poem

Photo by Emily Rose: https://www.pexels.com/photo/person-covering-face-with-veil-4925585/

your picture perfect life
crumbled
before your very eyes —
and you expect me to weep?
why,
when the happiest for you
was the lowest for me?

you had it all —
the house,
the car,
the red carpet,
the lifestyle,
all that spark —
and I watched from afar
like you were a ghost
of everything I craved.

your passion tides
were my shallow waters,
left with nothing
but regret
and angst
till there was no line
to pull me back to shore.

I wanted your everything
in exchange
for the petals you took,
one by one,
from those love-struck flowers
that withered on the ground
once you had no time
left for them or their promises.