Love Hurts

I write love on my face
in lipstick and mascara.
You snatch it and smear
the ink.
It turns red,
drips from your fist,
stains the bed.
I think for a second
about our first kiss.
Been here before;
oh yeah, I know this.
Seen you this angry,
I’ll never forget.
Man is a name you just don’t get
because you’re just a kid
throwing a fit.