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Pink Lipstick

yes my stomach was churning not a crush it was

confusion

you loved me I couldn’t see like you (I still can’t see why)

I’m not an angel not a saint so why am I your girl?

stay here with my cups of ambition and

try not to fall

I remember the first time you kissed me, leaving a

pink lipstick mark I rubbed off with a cupped hand

full of water.

I didn’t want your print didn’t want it didn’t want you

at least not the way you wanted me

to chase away your hallucinogenic baby ghosts

did you leave because I couldn’t see like you did?

I could’ve failed you and never known and

that’s what haunts me the most like you’re

haunted by whatever (I truly don’t remember)