am i like a flower?
waiting to be watered
of your validation.

He spoke sweet nothings
And I listened;

You plucked
the words,
So effortlessly
from my mind,
Words I didn’t
even know
were there.

Mirror man was convincing
When he told me to die
He gave such good reasons
He had such sure eyes

Solid and angry
And black in the middle
Cute but he's evil, with razors
In his mind.

Razors pointed the wrong way
But just right.

Something like the antichrist.

But it left me confused.
I just don't see a reason to.

Tsk,
tsk,
what a bliss.

Good whiskey
and miss.

Not even cupid's arrow
can save this.