Red lipstick, stilettos, tight jeans, low rise shirt, and a push up bra
I look...good?
He loves when I look like a straight skank.
So I'll just look the part
Compliments keep coming.
Short phone conversations
But I don't mind because he loves me.
At least that's what he says.
I know it's true because he tells me to trust him and that I'm his only girl.
He makes me happy.
He makes me feel... good?
Until we were alone and he decided to pull on my belt buckle,
And I just said No.
We didn't speak for weeks.

I stopped my glamorous rituals.
You lost interest in me,
And so have I.
Don't worry I'm fine
I'm still happy without you.
Now I'm good.