You liked me. You liked my posture. You liked my eyes. You liked my smile. You liked my nails. You liked my cheeks. You liked my curves. You liked my color. You liked my features.
In your world, there were no gladiator shoes or hair highlights. In your world, there were no lipsticks or glitters. In your world, there were no cameras or brassiers. In your world, there was no love or happiness or lust or ecstasy or gentleness or kindness or happiness or regret. In your world, there was no “me”. There was only you and your safezone.
But now, you have found a new girl with higher pumps and shorter skirts. You have found a new girl with larger cups and broader hips. You have found a girl with brighter nails and redder lips. You have found a new girl with softer hands and prettier eyes.
I became alienated on my own earth. You dwelt in my world, and threw me out of it. I gave everything, but that was never enough, I guess. My kind was new to you, and you got lured by new things. A newer mineral came out, and I became a forgotten block among your periodic table of elements.
When I thought this was my territory and you were the alien, I now stand on the outside, looking at you from afar, from your outer space.
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