I never liked the color pink.
but it looked nice on my lips.
Sweet blush mouth on date nights
and bubble champagne giggle
sound track over conversation.
I am the perpetual single girl
with one night stand dinners
and desperate swipe rights trysts.
Everyone dresses me up
in a tiny red dress
and tall stiletto expectations,
but I never had the grace
or stability of wedding ring hands.
I am always searching between the lines
for a heartbeat smiles, but ghosted
by runaway feet.
It is hard to fall in love
when surrounded by paper hearts
and single serve valentines.