I Want To Ruin Your Lipstick, Not Your Life
You walk into the bar with a shade sharp enough to cut glass
Fresh liner, fresh gloss
looking like a high-speed pass, You lean on the counter
order something with too much sugar and just enough burn
Scanning the room like you’re waiting for the tables to turn. When you catch me staring
you smirk and tilt your head
Licking your lip like you know exactly where this gets led.
We take a corner booth
trading insults to see who burns first
You talk about exes who loved the chase then vanished at the worst
You say “I don’t want a ring, I want fun, I want teeth
I want someone who knows this is just a night underneath the sheets.” I raise my glass
say “clear enough, I want the same
” Even if a hopeful part of me is already drawn to the flame.
I want to ruin your lipstick, not your life
Drag that perfect red across my mouth and mess up the lines
Leave stains on your collar, your pillow
your mirror at home
Turn that carefully drawn look into something we own
I can give you hours that feel like a movie and still text you tomorrow
I want to ruin your lipstick, not your life
give you the high without the sorrow.
We stumble back to my place, half falling up the stairs
Your hand inside my jacket, forgetting all the cares
Shoes off, push me against the door
kiss so hard we blow the fuse, Then you freeze
breath catching
afraid you’re about to lose. You whisper “if you’re gonna ghost
tell me now
I don’t handle people who break every single vow.”
I hold your face, make you look at me
Not the ghosts over my shoulder that you think you see
I’m down for chaos, for sweat, for the shout
But I plan to answer your text when the sun comes out
No promises about forever, just a promise to be kind
I’m not another asshole leaving you blind.
I want to ruin your lipstick, not your life
Drag that perfect red across my mouth and mess up the lines
Leave stains on your collar, your pillow
your mirror at home
Turn that carefully drawn look into something we own
I can give you hours that feel like a movie and still text you tomorrow
I want to ruin your lipstick, not your life
give you the high without the sorrow.
Morning hits with cheap sunlight
your hair a wreck on my chest, You check your phone
bracing for the usual silence, the test
I take it from your hand, type my digits, hit call
Watching your screen light up, proving I didn’t stall
Guess you’re stuck with an idiot who means what they say
That last night lives in my head, not just yester-day.
I want to ruin your lipstick, not your life
stick around after the score, Checking how you slept
making sure you aren’t waiting by the door
Next time someone smears that gloss then runs before the ink
Remember me wiping red from your jaw
and pouring you a drink.