Another rush out the door,
One last check in the mirror.
It’s ok. It’s fine.
You’re not the spectacle you wish to be,
The streets have become the judge of that
A banana, a water.
He says you look beautiful,
You don’t believe him.
Mascara.
Lip Stick Bronzer Blush.
A new bag by marc jacobs.
Does he really care?
We dress for strangers,
But we avoid them so well.
Happiness for 20 dollars,
A week or so of happiness . Shared amoung friends.
A favor.
This ones for you. The next ones on me.
He tells you you’re beautiful. A different he.
You keep moving.
Bottled water , fruit probably weeks from the vine.
A muffin, some cookies.
2 hours at the gym. Indulging was only fun at the time.
I’m a girl between two others.
He’s Older. With a Plan.
He’s Ready.
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