Sonnet #123

Her power over my thoughts holds less sway
Than it did all those years and tears ago.
It’s an origin story, in a way,
But one with just villains and no hero.

Who is the protagonist in this case?
In each of our mind’s eye we’ve done no wrong.
The dismal reality that we face
Is we were both the bad guy all along.

Optimistically, she’s a stepping stone
Towards much greater happiness to come.
Pessimistically, I’ll be alone
For all of eternity and then some.