I should have known that you were like the ocean,
Always tossing and turning those who
Choose to get on top of you.
I should've taken warning when
Your eyes were red like the sky in the morning.

I used to love the blush colored lipstick
You would put on at night.
Maybe I saw myself in that lipstick.
The way you would press me against your lips.
I,
Your material girl,
Used to look good on you.

You left me one day
Sitting in your sweltering car
Where I slowly melted inside the cap
You concealed me in.

You wanted to look good again.
But, darling, you're too late.
I am nothing but a puddle of pink on your dashboard.
The same shade of pink that cascades the sky
Above you,
The Ocean.