There was lipstick on your collar,

When you came home so late,

A vibrant shade of red,

I’ve quickly grown to hate.

There was lipstick on your collar

and guilt apparent on your face,

an expression once so foreign,

now entirely too commonplace.

There was lipstick on your collar

But your neck bore evidence clear,

Though I loathe to admit it,

The end of us was near.

There was lipstick on your collar,

I’m confident it wasn’t mine,

All those late nights and business trips

Should have been a sign.

There was lipstick on your collar

You reek of cheap perfume,

Each lie you whisper sweetly in my ear,

Brings us closer to our doom.

Note: I'm still bitter about the cheating boyfriend... Guess this is what spawns from it. Review?