Watch a woman get ready
To go out with her friends
She puts the war paint on
Color glistens her eyes
I won’t pretend that it’s okay. It’s not. Never will be, but this will not be what defines you. Only you can decide what your life becomes.
You’re so pretty
Too pretty to be out
Stay in
with me
Cruelty blinds men into believing they are invincible, right before they fall.
Twenty-eight days
until I hold you.
That’s four weeks
of seven days,
six-hundred
seventy-two hours
’till stars yawn
and groan,
and say “finally
you two can see
if fate is real,
and we’re all pawns.”