Looking glass lover.

   You are my looking-glass-lover, I see right through your lies. I see through your hate and I see through your love... If only you saw that you were my looking-glass-lover, you'd know I can see right through you, and you could try to hide. But you'll never see, you are so blind, and without your sight I can keep on seeing you, seeing through you my looking-glass-lover.
   On my birthday so many months ago, you told me where you went, but did you mean it? No. Out at my aunt's, in truth a good story, but darling my laughing-liar, your lies are made of looking glass and I saw into your soul, past the lies and straight to her lips. The ones you were kissing when alone on my birthday I was missing, you my darling, my looking-glass-lover.
   Kissing me, I could feel how many kisses you'd given to other lips. I saw their faces, each and every one of them, my looking-glass-and oh-so-kissable lover. I saw right through you my looming-lustful-lover. I saw her face, the one with the red lips and the curling hair sprayed weave. But you can't put a face to the name, I know how you lie, and if it were up to me baby, I'd say lie all the time, because baby I see right through them, through your portal-perfect eyes and into your soul where the lies reside, and trust me baby, it ain't pretty what I see there. It was never pretty what I saw there... But when I found you baby, I didn't want a romance, all I wanted was a lover I didn't have to love, and you were out of my league so I never thought I'd have to see through the glass in my slippers to see your soul and all the lies within.
   You make me smile you make me scream, its true, you're everything I asked for, but the problem is baby, all I ask for was a one night stand, and oh did you ever give it. But remember this- there are two sides of the glass, what you see when you look and what you see when you look within.
   My looking-glass-lover. My lustful-looming-looking-glass-lover.