Scratch, Pick, and Peel

She’s wrapped up his arms
And she smiles back
Now you’re left alone
She’s not missing you at all

So your stomach twists
And you feel so sick
But time is on your side
Pretty soon it will all subside

He kisses her on the lips
And she smiles back
Thoughts of you are gone
She’s not missing you at all

Copper taste in your mouth
Got to spit her out
Open wounds will heal
She’ll become a scab just scratch, pick, and peel…

*Feel Better Now*

Pink Lip gloss

Lust is in the air
Infatuation not so Clair
I’m afraid were mixing with the two
Making our way to the bedroom

Lipstick kisses stain my pillow case
You’re slipping back in your black skirt
And I’m throwing on my T-shirt
Silence combs the air

She kisses me but not on my lips
Just get in, get out
I know she’s using me
It’s the same old routine