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Replication
You move like a memory I tried to erase.
Same quiet smile, same innocent face.
You're the first page of a book I burned before—
he calls you “mature,” like I’ve heard once more.
That old car, that jacket, the midnight drive…
I see my past waking up, coming back alive.
You laugh like the version he used to chase.
I breathe slow—yeah, I know this place.
He speaks so sweet, like he’s painting the truth.
Soft little words that he used on my youth.
You call it destiny, but that’s just his game.
You’re not his future… he just rewrote my name.
It’s Replication, not revelation.
You’re walking straight into the same formation.
I see your heartbeat matching his rotation—
the same soft hope, the same temptation.
It’s Replication, not salvation.
He wants reflection, not relation.
You think he sees you as creation…
but he just wants
another imitation.
He’ll touch your hand like he’s lived it before.
Tell you you’re “different," then ask for more.
He’ll build a quiet world where you feel safe—
but the frame you’re in is my old shape.
You’ll think the universe fell into line.
But it’s a script he repeats every time.
The light you feel—it’s borrowed, not real.
I learned that truth the hard way you feel.
He’ll call you rare, he’ll make you believe.
But he said those words before I chose to leave.
You think this chapter breaks the imitation—
but every page is just duplication.
It’s Replication, not revelation.
You’re walking straight into the same formation.
I see your heartbeat matching his rotation—
the same soft hope, the same temptation.
It’s Replication, not salvation.
He wants reflection, not relation.
You think he sees you as creation…
but he just wants
another imitation.
Look in the mirror—do you see the truth?
The outline there once belonged to my youth.
He copies warmth like a practiced art,
he molds your glow to replace my part.
He doesn’t crave new souls, just replayed scenes.
He bends your softness into old routines.
You’re not his partner—just a shape he fills
when the past he misses no longer heals.
Pattern… pattern… pattern…
Again… again… again.
Pattern… pattern… pattern…
Again… again…
Again…