makeup
you swipe lipstick on your lips and blush on your cheeks to make yourself pretty.
he says he thinks you look cute without makeup on too, though.
as if you wear it for him,
as if you go through the ritual of painting your face for some
adolescent child to validate your whole worth by calling you pretty.
no, you wear that rouge on your cheeks because you are an artist.
you are a goddess, and you don’t listen to anyone.
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