I hate your eyes. They're so big. They stare. They mock me so. They laugh.
You're so scared of being a good person. It's so much easier for you to manipulate Why feel when they give so freely?
Because they want your body. Your perfect curves. That smile, those perfect crescent moons just below The beautiful frequency notated collar bone Etched and perfectly carved below your neck Proportionally exact to the beauty we envision During fantasies and action flicks and tabloids Your face, the face of a star A star-******.
Force you out. You are no longer what I desire. Hilariously enough, I am no longer saying it for you It's for me. It always was, in a way. But now... There can only be one.
This town isn't big enough for the two of us. So hurry up and do what you swore to do For so long.