Eyes like mine glare
Smile so bad, scare
Demanding, demented, devilish one
I hate him, I love him; like no one
He looks like me
He talks like me
Is he me?
He is mine
Only mine
Pressed close, warm smirk
Trailing down the hall, lurks
Calls me his
Makes me his
I am in love
But answer me this,
Is it so wrong to be in love with yourself?