Smear my lipstick
Smear my lipstick.
Stare at me with your pretty eyes and watch my mascara run.
What do I mean to you? I need to mean something to you, anything.
Buy me things. Con me with your stories. Make up something magical.
I promise to believe every lie that you tell.
Please lie to me, you’re the only one who makes me happy.
Smear my lipstick.
It’s what I thrive on to survive. You’re my favorite tragedy and we’re a beautiful disaster.
So pin me up against the wall. Love me until I hate you.
What do you want from me? You’ve taken everything I have.
Tease me. Degrade me. Want me. Despise me. Crave me.
I will open myself up for you. I’ve been torn enough to bleed.
Dig at me deeper until you reach my insides.
I feel pain, I feel pleasure, and this is a perfect mess.
You’re the story that triggers my memory when I’m fighting myself to forget.
(2010)
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