She soaks herself in self-pity
Dabs lavender behind her ears
To mask the scent of her betrayals
Pirouetting across the ruins of men who
Were only collateral damage
Flaunting her spinelessness in
Backless dresses meant to
Evoke carnal longing
Through shallow promises she
Longs to project depth, to be the
Only one that matters
Aching for the finality of a
Mutinous body dragging itself
Heels over head into her bed

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Be Wary Of Beautiful Women.”