The places I leave my mark define me.
If I want to put my stain on the inside of a football helmet,
If I want to smear fuscia across my boxing glove as I wipe away my sweat,
If I want to leave mauve on the blade of the knife I hold clenched between my teeth,
It is up to ME where I leave my trace.
You don't get to pick what I can and can't put my mouth on.
I want to put it on happiness, hope, determination. But mst importantly, if I dont want to leave my lipstick crushed into the backseat lining of his car,
I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO.
If I don't want my lipstick staining a cheek, a mouth, a chest, then
IT SHOULDN'T BE THERE.
If I want to leave my lipstick on his soul, not on his body, then
I want to walk alone down a dark city street, knowing my lipstick gets to stay right where it is.