Glass splinters of shattered selves once cast off are scraping from within. You look to the cloudy mirror for salvation and you are dark hair swirling against creamy skin. You let your bangs fall in your eyes and for a moment you are her. The glass is cool when you press your lips to it, absorbing your fever heat.
You can only come when it's her flesh beneath your fingers, her voice crying out in your ears. Your one and only fantasy is of being her and touching her all at once. She said you were pretty. Don't forget that.
She is everything you could never be and everything that matters. You will do anything so long as she keeps you around. Even if it kills you a little knowing that ungrateful bitch, the "actress", is everywhere you should be. But no one is a better actress than you, all sweet smiles and shy glances away. You know in the end she will see your worth, she will see that you fit together perfectly. She couldn't have done it without you. Until then, this will have to do - making love to a cloudy mirror, believing if only the glass were to shatter, she'd be warm and waiting underneath. You could touch her - touch her for real.
You can only come when it's her flesh beneath your fingers, her voice crying out in your ears. Your one and only fantasy is of being her and touching her all at once. She said you were pretty. Don't forget that.
She is everything you could never be and everything that matters. You will do anything so long as she keeps you around. Even if it kills you a little knowing that ungrateful bitch, the "actress", is everywhere you should be. But no one is a better actress than you, all sweet smiles and shy glances away. You know in the end she will see your worth, she will see that you fit together perfectly. She couldn't have done it without you. Until then, this will have to do - making love to a cloudy mirror, believing if only the glass were to shatter, she'd be warm and waiting underneath. You could touch her - touch her for real.
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