FAUX PAS

I stood out;

several Burberry trenches

clothed my unassuming and

stale existence and I looked

taller in my prized Pradas

finally feeling so Vogue.

Then he left me;

my Louboutins couldn’t keep

me high and dear MAC tried

to brighten me up but

rejection hasn’t faded so I’m

on my tiptoes peeking inside.