» drive
she sits beside you her rosy lips bright
you stop at a red light and look at her
she smiles at you her face pale covered with makeup
mascara. eye shadow. lipstick. eyeliner.
and then tomorrow she'll be covered in bruises
blue bruises. purple bruises.
then you will lean over to her and kiss her
telling her you love her
but she stopped believing you months ago
she stopped believing right after the first bruise
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Nothing
Poetryshe pretended she was okay because she didn't want them to know how sad she was [highest ranking: #90 poetry]
