Face Mask

You kissed me.
I was sweaty and dirty,
I wasn’t even pretty!
And you kissed me.
Like my whole world didn’t matter,
That my makeup mask wasn’t worth anything.

You touched me,
While you kissed me,
And the beads of sweat were rolling down.
It was the end of ballet for the year.

Now that you shattered my world,
That materialistic world I lived in,
You left me to wonder.
I’m never going to see you again
But you kissed me
And I’m going to hold on to that tight.

I will never see you again
Even if you are right in front of me.
I’m the popular, pretty girl,
With the make up.
Wait no, that was before you kissed me,
Now I’m just the girl with you.

I think I’m hotter now that I got that makeup mask off.