I can feel my head constantly blowing up with so much envy. You allowed her to hold your hand the way I wanted to ages ago. Insecure like a pig desiring to wear a necklace of pearl, I am discontented that you gave us no chance.
Closed your doors, and turned your back on me. Imprisonment in a gigantic block of ice.
You can’t blame me for staring at you. I am, at the moment, feeding myself with visions of you so I can’t forget. Your pedestal is too high that I have to be blinded by the sun’s light In order to look at your majesty.
My adoration, my admiration seems to be insufficient. Your inamorata, your desired paramour: She --- a reflection of elegance, beauty and perfection. Too different from her. No sign of hopes of being such a Venus. Striving for exquisiteness, trying to be an imitation of your choice. Buying fashion. Learning lessons of becoming refined. The transformations of a clone.
My lipstick has faded. I’ll watch your ending fall into her palms. About to witness the most tremendous tragedy Of you holding on to her, and of you letting go of me.
Holes in the soles of my shoes Proof of my running after you who decided to fly away Into the depths of her world, made and perfected by the hands of God For the exclusiveness of just the two of you.
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