looks deceive

I’ve seen
Aubergine eyes with sparks
Lips as soft as plumbago flowers
Auburn hair with flames
You’re nothing like that
But I still stare and talk to you
You however wear my love
Like a
brooch on a dress
Like an
adhesive beauty scar
Like it
adorns your vanity
Like you
take pride in knowing that I want you and you don’t want me back.
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