Running eye liner

Black, heavy tears ran down my partners cheeks.

While, I stood there motionless, physically unable to speak.

And she walked away, with her dignity and pride.

I couldn't help but tempt myself, with one more malicious lie.

As she left the diner taking one last foggy drag of her cigarette,

I asked myself if I became as dark as her eye liner, which smudged her face and neck...

The End

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