I hate her lipgloss
The way she puts it on
The way she evens it out with her finger
How it shimmers as she looks my way and smiles
I hate its sweet orange scent
I hate the time she takes to make it look perfect
She wastes so much time
Soon her perfectly coated lipgloss is ruined
... Simply because my lips will meet hers...
... Smearing that sweet shimmering orange scented lipgloss.
Sometimes I feel bad...
.. But I then remember, I bought her that lipgloss.