Narcissus

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I called you the sun In the hopes that I would be Icarus. Legendary and famous And dead in a blaze of passion.   But you are not the sun,
Staring in a reflection Waiting to be submerged Outside in the world of life Things are feeling disturbed   At least things look so clear In the reflection that I see
"Know your angles and get that lighting" Mantra repeated with eyes glued to phone The selfie king wears his crown proudly and scoffs at the peasants who copy Holding their cameras at impossible angles
"You're so beautiful..."  I whisper in the dark, your eyes wide and red but you still have my heart "I love you..." Ribs pressed against your skin you must be starving for my love
"You're so beautiful..."  I whisper in the dark, your eyes wide and red but you still have my heart "I love you..." Ribs pressed against your skin you must be starving for my love
Narcissus was cursed He could only love himself He made friends with the frat boys They loved themselves as well. Narcissus went to parties and bragged about his muscles He tried to pick up women
Narcissus Tall and handsome Dreamy eyes and soft hair Kind features, complexion fair He was beautiful              And he knew it.   But what's wrong with that?  
They call me narcissus in psychology My haters call me vain Instagram says I'm famous but the truth is all the same They love me yet do not know me Want me even as I walk away
I see myself in the waters edge A beauty lost to the world. You lured me under With sweet promises And left me all alone to wonder. Have I lost myself? Or have I gained you?
Narcissus, handsome as he were so attractive, named after him are flow’rs  posted an instagram selfie, did he waiting for his followers’ attention, though fleeting poor Narcissus: the ‘likes’ donned upon him
Grit in a glass. Confidence in a cup. Call it what you will, as long as you buy another gin and tonic.   I'm consistent in my ways, you're just another tab, that's got to pay.
Every time I speak I only hear of you. Every waking hour I see you and me with you.   You've made me a fool Looking into a pool Bringing forward my lips Along for the plunge.
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