You Shouldn’t Have Used My Lipstick
I don’t revengefuck. It feels a little beneath me.
It’s too mutually beneficial.
It’s not revenge to submit either, so you wont catch me
dropping to my knees to piss you off.
But RevengeReceivingOral always works a charm.
Your boyfriend’s head between my legs
and his goofy grin when I faked an orgasm.
He isn’t very good, is he?
After, I held him close and whispered,
‘Don’t tell anyone.’
But of course, that was the first thing he did, tell everyone.
He didn’t have any shame, almost forgot you existed.
In fact he did forget you exist,
at least when he was begging to fuck me.
But he soon remembered when you started yelling,
because you love him and that had hurt you.
And he felt stupid, he let lust trump love,
which you never should do.
You came for me too
and made me feel bad, guilty and wrong.
But all I wanted was for you to take him back,
and think whenever you kissed him
that maybe you were tasting my cunt.
Just like the way I think
I’m tasting his dick
whenever I apply my lune rousse.
You shouldn’t have used my lipstick
You stupid fucking bitch.
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