Mirrored

Man-bun, I lovingly despise your hair,

Stealing glances, an image forms in my mind,

Your words so harsh, yet your skin is so fair,

Playing hide and seek, you’re hard to find.

In France, in Paris, écoute-moi, you hear?

Too bad for you, but I can’t go back,

What’s this feeling? So weird… I shed a tear,

Trying to escape, I start to pack.

Wearing brand name, maybe Gucci, good-looking?

This relationship needs a lock and vault,

My brain’s frying, everything’s cooking,

Hey! It’s not entirely my fault!

You scarred me, hurt me, drip, once and twice,

I’ll hurt you more, I’ll hurt you thrice.

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