Pigtails (That First Fascination sequel)

A little twin
Chops her pig tails
So she no longer looks like her sister

In the pig tails place
Grows hate for herself
When she sees herself she fumes with carbon monoxide
Colorless, no scent, and oh so tasteless

Eventually
He stops so violently telling her how beautiful she is
Because trying to be a proper mirror
Is more hopeless than talking to a wall

She is gone now
With her all the love I had
If I am ever to love again
It has nothing to do with her coming back to life
But somewhere in all the glory of heaven or infamy of hell
She needs to find a mirror
And see what she actually ****ing looks like

If that can happen
I might love again
But I can’t go looking
Because to look for new love is to chop a pig tail