Walked in like a metaphor with extra eyeliner…

…and left like a side effect.

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You crash like silk, pretend it’s fate,

I mirror you in acetate.

Your voice is stitched in minor keys,

I wear your sighs like accessories.

High heels on parquet regrets,

You say “let’s pose” — I place my bets.

Drama cut on bias seams,

Our love’s couture in stitched-up dreams.

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We model pain like vintage tees,

Ironed lies and soft disease.

Each glance a Paris runway fall —

But no one claps when curtains call.

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We’re dressed for a soft crash, darling —

Emotions styled, damage charming.

Our looks rehearse the heartbreak pose,

No blood, just glitter overdose.

We fake the bruise, we flex the gloom —

Lipstick fights inside this room.

We walk like nothing’s ever sure —

In soft crash couture.

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I wore my rage in satin red,

You matched with silence, cold and dead.

Our touch — a misaligned collage,

Kisses trapped in camouflage.

I spoke in fabrics, hemmed with blame,

You cut my lines, then changed the frame.

This isn’t war, it’s more abstract —

It’s love in shades of paper tact.

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Our hearts don’t fight, they simply vogue —

In neon fits and monologue.

Each tear a costume, freshly steamed,

We fall in style, like we dreamed.

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We’re dressed for a soft crash, darling —

Emotions styled, damage charming.

Our looks rehearse the heartbreak pose,

No blood, just glitter overdose.

We fake the bruise, we flex the gloom —

Lipstick fights inside this room.

We walk like nothing’s ever sure —

In soft crash couture.

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Don’t undress me with your truths.

Zip me back into this fiction.

We walk the fine line —

In custom-fitted contradictions.

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Soft crash… soft crash…

You said “don’t cry” — I smudged the mascara on purpose.