[14] - monday's child.

「 copycat. 」

now that we don't talk, ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ​, 01.32

do you think i can't see you?

lurking in the shadow of my past.

you miss me, we both know it's true.

i'd speak up, but nobody has asked.

perhaps, unconsciously, you imitate my ways,

for, subconsciously, you envy my peace.

but, darling, it's not my fault you chose to stay always,

here, forever, in the echo of my old heartbeats.

cry me a river, bleed me a sea –

bless forgiveness, curse second chances;

for nothing can bring you back to me,

though in any question i still know your answers.

nothing can ever be redone,

even once upon a time and the end;

for when it's ended or begun,

it's set in stone evermore, unless one of us pretends.

now, tell me, do you find comfort

in mirroring my acts and rampages?

frankly, mimicry has always been your forte;

i knew you in some of your best ages.

it's as if you wish to be embraced

by the ghost of what i was,

a fragment of my memory which you erased,

and everything that once was ours.

i knew you, by touch and scent alone,

beyond any style or facade,

because i loved you more than my own,

but you turned it all to dust.

you don't know who i am,

you never did, all the more now,

but everything be damned,

if you don't know who i'm talking about.

but i'm flattered, my dear, truly so,

for it seems that i am someone you admire.

it took me some time to let go and just go,

and to you, this is what i hope to inspire.