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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