Her made-up face runs as she sits waiting

The clothes she wears wrinkle when she lays down, defeated

Her perfect curls straighten as the hours pass by

Her feet burn as she takes of the too-tight shoes that match perfectly

Her perfectly painted nails chip, but she is too far gone to try and fix them

She puts away her handbag and sun glasses, their purpose useless now.

Her eyes water, tired of looking at herself over and over again to make sure she looks perfect.

Her ears deafen as she hears the phone ring relentlessly but is never the right one.

Her heart shatters as the night leaves and the new day comes.