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lose yourself to vintage clothes and bubblegum
lips,
the scent of sun-kissed raspberry,
and the sight of bare hips.
sway with the tap of a painted fingernail;
associate with whom she wants you to.
mute with a push all other details;
spend your time how she wants you to.
so blinded by her radiant smile,
you don’t notice you’re losing ‘you’.
pick and win, choose and lose.
touch and win, feel and lose.
a barbie doll, a skater, a rockstar on tv;
the newest fad is what she’ll turn to be.
she’s bubble-wrapped and packaged,
but she wins you like a trophy.
so confident in her demeanor,
that you’re so glad to be worthy.
lose yourself to visions of picture-perfect,
flawed mental theory,
and tainted views of happiness.
it’s not supposed to be like this;
you outgrow yourself with every kiss.
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