Made and Broken

You were the woman with her heart made and broken within thirty consecutive minutes.  A Friday night thick with honey and whiskey, and the hot water to weed out the difference between the two.  You were the woman in lipstick, earrings and fading mascara, stooping to shorthand courtship, which is common these days.  You were the woman with hope despite many many faulty cornerstones...a woman in waiting to be proven wrong.