I stare at myself in the mirror. I see nothing but flaws.
Skin too white, tummy too perceptible, an existing chest, a face hidden in misery.
It is the love I share for myself. A love crushed after countless dismissals.
It's a vivid image, trying to whip off the midst, of a perfect sentiment.
I wish you could see what I see. But it's a shattered mirror.
Because your heart, my dear, belongs to someone else.
Your mirror sees someone else. It worships what we cannot have, what seems unbearable.
its like a chase, a race, a competition, a battle for love.
I want to claim myself victor, but I know you do too.
Lets settle this together, lets agree on this, that our love will never be what you and I want.
Because our love is nothing without you and I in it.
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