As I’m starting to get older I see more of him in the mirror and I hate myself more
I don’t want to see him I don’t want to hear him when I see him I don’t want to have him always staring back at me
I stand glued to the glass trying to will him out of my face
Out of my skin
Out of my DNA
Are the atoms even mine?
Where did they come from why did this choose this form
What possible purpose could they have thought assuming this form would have?
I’ll just get some surgery and remove him from my face with knives and blood and probably prettier afterward anyways so I should just do it.
He’s beautiful both ways
Yes I saw
His face
And the way his lips pull away into the crease that was on her name rhymes with away
A friend who is gone
But that’s what it looked like
Why is he doing it I don’t know but I love him
I love him so I just have to set that aside because telling him that wouldn’t help him
And he won’t let me try
Crying never accomplishes anything
It’s unproductive
I think the question is why did his DNA have to be strongest
Why does my face have to look do similar to his and hers and all of them
Why do I have to see him in the mirror and
Well it’s because I brought up mirrors
And I will never forget the sensation I had the day
I went in to
And
I lock the doors
Came into my headphones.
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