Well I just spent the last 15 mins trying to format this correctly but it still doesn't work. You're going to have to imagine the dashes aren't there... This was written a while ago, and something kinda insignificant happened and my imagination took it and ran with it.

Shared Lipstick

I want so desperately to save her.

Not that she believes she needs saving,

The vodka has seen to that, along with the

Tequila, salt and lust she’s been dying to try.

--

The guy she’s had her eye on slinks over to her.

His hands slip smoothly over that silky slip of a dress,

As her arms slip just as smoothly around his neck and he’s clearly got the

Go Ahead.

--

I watch her bat her eyelids at him drawing him,

Reeling him in, as fast as possible in order to secure her release

From her desperately single state,

While I stand over by the light, single but not desperate myself.

--

Her eyes flutter closed as he presses his lips to her neck

And pulls her closer, just as she’d hoped he would.

Her legs stumble, uncoordinated and fawn-like

As she lets him take control, to my utter despair and

--

I try to attract her attention but her heavy breathing tells me that

Tonight she’s all his for all the alcohol she’s downed,

Trying to drown the memories of that other who’d

Stomped on her poor little virginal heart and body

--

That’s apparently now not so much virginal as much as

Wanton. The cold wall he backs her against

Causes her skin to pucker but her chattering teeth are

Covered by his suspiciously red lips.

--

I’d seen that lipstick on a girl earlier

Who’s currently lying on the sofa

Skirt hitched up, legs akimbo and passed out.

Apparently he was just that good.

--

I look back at the couple and quickly avert my eyes, I don’t know

That girl, so wrapped up and dying in fake ecstasy,

Hoping that the heat and the rush will scrub clean her heart, not

Realising that this only makes that inky stain indelible with new social stigma.

--

I stand still and wait until it’s over to look back at the girl.

She’s nothing but a stranger that killed that best someone

I used to know at some point in this, pretty little web of

Deceit and pain and shame we call adolescence.

--

I wanted so desperately to save her but she wouldn’t let me.

Now she’s completely plastered and

Smeared with shared lipstick and attraction gone awry

With the lust that she’d been dying, has died, to try.