Post Breakup

I wear red lipstick and cut my hair
The way I want to. I wear that tight
Dress and let every single guy stare
At me when I walk by. I let the white
Of my smile shine because you are
Not breaking me into small chunks
Of glass anymore because my scar
Has healed. Darling, there are hunks
Of skin that have repaired all by
Itself and you are never going to
Get me back because guess what? I
Am a changed woman and you
Missed your chance all that time
Ago to get what you wanted. That
Person is no longer me. The grime
Is washed off of me and I am not flat.
I am brand new post breakup
And I always sip from my own cup.