I wear your lipstick
on me like a bruise.
not to say that it hurts,
just to show that I
fought myself for you.
I told you last night
when everything changed
that you could take my heart
and I would take the blame.
some things feel good
when they aren’t supposed to.
but what am I supposed to say
when your eyes haunt me that way?
you chase ghosts and I do too
except the ones I want
have heartbeats and tattoos.
the lovedrunk cowgirl 