when we went to the supermarket during the summer 

i asked you what kind of lipstick i wore was your favorite 

so i could buy it and wear it around you 

and when you kissed me i tasted like your favorite flavor 

i bought it again and prayed to god that you’d break up with me 

after i’d finish the lipstick 

but you broke up with me before 

and then suddenly the only thing i had left was a lipstick that disgusted me 

yet scared me enough to not touch it 

now time has passed and i started using my lipstick again 

and over time it started to taste less like you and more like 

my own memories that i’ve created for myself without you 

it’s not neverending anymore it’s just 

lipstick

nothing more and nothing less

looking back on this i laugh 

because how stupid is it to be afraid of a makeup product 

but it’s not the product i was afraid of 

i was afraid because you were all over it 

but now you’re no longer sitting on my nightstand 

taunting me

waiting to be picked up and used again 

i threw you out 

you’re gone 

and i’m okay with that