Perfume.

In the middle of the night
the phone was hot against my ear.
She sounded like she had red lips and a cigarette
in her hand
as she broke my heart, telling me my love was in fact
hers.
I could smell her perfume through the cables
and see her blonde hair resting perfectly on her shoulders.
Fresh cut flowers through every room,
and white lace against her flawless skin.
Curled up in mismatched sheets
with my tears wetting my tangled hair,
I realised that I don't stand a chance against
women
when I'm nothing more than just a girl.