I wore mascara today-
lengthened my lashes
hoping for a glimpse
of someone else in that mirror-
same old gurl today.

not that it should matter-
you wouldn’t love me either way.
you don’t have the capability
and my patience ran dry yesterday.

there are loves like that
beginning and never progressing-
always set on pause. Never going to move to resume
or laughter.

And I could stay here.
with you
who doesn’t notice how hard I try-
pathetic sweeps of makeup
begging for attention- a lil bit past lust
but I don’t have the heart
that endures subtitles
and a stranger’s vain attempt
to explain the geography.