by mandaceehb

The pink lipstick on your smile

Won’t cover the way he kissed you with abuse

The concealer dabbed with purpose and precision

Won’t erase the haunted hollows under your eyes

Did you forget

They have been there most of your life

The crimson rouge on your cheeks

Won’t hide the tear tracks etched into your skin

And maybe if you line your eyes dark enough to forget the scars

They won’t quite remind you of him