I'm trying not to think about it- just go with the flow .
I'm curling my hair in hopes that your last memory of me is a beautiful one.
I'm applying mascara as I know will run down my face at the end of the night.
I know it's coming and so do you.
My mom told me never to beg for a relationship because it makes you look desperate and men don't like that.
I was right the tears are rolling down my face.
I leave your front porch and sit in my car crying watching every raindrop hit my car and roll down. Just like the teardrops on my red cheeks.
I want you so bad, but mom taught me better.