The Villian and the Goddess

The first one won my heart, when I waslittle more than a shell her empty gestures made me wanted, no words could ever tell of the loss hurt and betrayal, when she sent me straight to hell The second one has won my soul, in an unknowingly willing manner sometimes whenI talk to her, I erupt in an unconscious stammer and I do my best to be eloquent, carefully constructing my grammar She was and is the villian the one who I met first who taught me if I thought I knew pain...I hadn't met the worst and that feeling what I did for her, I was forever cursed. She who was and is the Goddess, of gentle nature and of way somewhere in there has flaws and always feet of clay I don't know there is just something, what it is I can not say The Villian and The Goddess spiritually poles apart The Goddess will have to capture my quickly fading heart from the villian who still holds it mildly interested in seeing how it beats, and how since in her hands it's never rested A truth that must stay silent, until one day she guesses but the Goddess need not fight for something she already possesses