Twisted smile

Twisted into what could pass as a smile, I washed your lips move as you lied to yet another. You smirked and she smiled really smiled. It was the last one she'd give. The next time I saw her was with you, she smiled at me then but it wasn't a real smile, her lips barely curled and her eyes glistened. She was broken but still fixable. You kept her until she gave up. I saw her yesterday in sweats and a permanent frown.