I showed up late,
you had lipstick on your neck
You ask if I'm okay,
I say go fuck yourself
And it wasn't your hand on her waist,
it was the way the lipstick stood gently on her face
and on me it looked like lipstick on a pig
YOU ARE READING
Empty me, Fill me up
PoetryFor all the girl who ever felt the need to be emptied out and get filled up again by someone
