and try on love like shades of lipstick.
lipstick always tasted to me like a prison
chemical and thick, coating and smothering.
the ruby red
makes your teeth look brighter than they are.
you are so comfortable in deceit,
your second skin.
i will always remember you bare-lipped and laughing
when your teeth did not shine
back before you didn't love me.
i don't tell myself you never did
because that would hurt too much.
i know you will tell me now. i am ready.
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