Eyeshadow, concealer, lipstick, highlighter, blush,
going out shoes,
all checked off the list.
She draws his eye.
She ignores him,
dances like he’s not watching.
She reels him in without trying;
she doesn’t want him.
She wants the attention. She wants to turn him down. She wants to be wanted.
Her eyes linger on a girl by the bar.
No one notices.
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