Some Shit She Said .

FOOL ME ONCE, SHAME ON YOU .

The weather is dryer than our last conversation,
But I can still feel a rainstorm thrashing down my contoured cheeks.

All of the regrets I have
left my face streaked in black residue.

Lipstick stained bottles,
and my lips were still less faded than I was.

I could see my breath,
but my breath was still less clouded than
my mind was.

-Oh, mistakes.