She always wanted to be
as famous as 
Shakespeare. 
Bawling dramatically in the cornfield. 
My flip flops stuck
 in the oozy mud 
as I followed her for safety.

She sobbed on my shoulder during Titanic because she wasn't as beautiful
as Kate Winslet.
The rest of the cinema 
gave me funny looks.
Soggy shoulder, 
everyone necks craning to listen
to my therapy phrases.
"Sshhh. It's okay. 
You're beautiful in a different way".

I never told her that lipstick didn't suit her. 
And she still wears it now
on Facebook.