Dying flowers and the smell of perfume

She

Red lips.
The full kind, the kind you see in movies.
The kind that reminds you of cherry's and strawberry's, but also of blood.
She could be as sweet as sugar but also so angry, and I just can't seem to figure out if she's angry with me, or if she's just angry with the world.
She could laugh but also could cry, she could scream and yell.
She could go through all the emotions in just five minutes, and after that she'd just act like nothing ever happened

She was the girl I was slowly falling for, in love with the red lips and her glowing cheeks.