Lipstick Remedy
Her red lipstick
May feel good
For a moment
On your skin
The way
It blends in
perfectly
With your tattoos
But I blur
Her memory
When
My lips
Leave bruises
On your neck
While I feel
The vibration
Of your pulse
screaming
Underneath
my fingertips
Did she ever
Make it a habit?
Meditating with
How your voice cracked
When you said
“good morning”?
What about ditching
Her responsibilities
To pull the blanket
Called your arms around her?
Hoping the wonderful
Heavy ache
Of butterflies
in her chest
Didn’t dissipate
Like the smoke clouds
That left
your body
Would she ever reminiscence
On the moment
She stopped
Guarding her heart?
The moment
She finally
Let you undress
Each layer?
Exposing
Each flaw
Every mistake
The regret
she swallowed
For years
From dragging your heart
Across
the glass
covered concrete
But as she
Held it
That one summer
In your backyard
You became
Unclothed too
Yet unbothered
By the surrounding street lights
Your pupils
Began to drown
As she pulled
Each shard out gently
The sting
Was comforted
Though
By her touch
Almost as if
It depleted
All the toxins
In your body
Decomposing
Unpleasant memories
Old heartache
Harboring demons
But did you let her
Restart
Your system
With her in mind?
The pinky promises
The lighthearted name calling
The dancing in your flannel
At 3am?
Or did you picture someone else?
Because you hide
The bruises
On your neck
While showing off red lipstick stains
Copyright © Ali Lynn | Year Posted 2023
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