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You who write in rhymes.
You have run out of time.
Lost in the maze of circles.
Oh here we go again,
Same-
Yet again.

Your fault.
You know?
The careless words you've spoken,
Caused this fragile trust to become broken.
Cannot be mended.
For it was intended-
To always end this life.
Life of denials, killing, and cursing.

You wanted no such life.
Couldn't take the idea of emotions running slowly.
You couldn't even fathom your own undoing.
Was right there all along.
Staring vacantly back at you-
That mirror.

She's there.
Look ho! Over there.
She won't turn around- not for you.
Never for you.

She hast no memory loss when it is around her.
You, she.
Hath switched in her eyes.
You are the one.

Who always says goodbye.
You are the one who runs away and hides.
Her vacant what were they? Brown? Eyes?
You are the villain, because you said what you felt.

This is all, your fault.
Your downfall.
She is the victim.
You are the villain.

The hater, the liar, the backstabber.
You know it's the truth.
She stares vacantly, no tears shall fall.
She was the mirror, the image.

Now you are within its glass walls.
As she looks into its depths, and sees only you-
The image of you, reflects her own image.

You are the villain,
She is the Heroine.