she straightened her hair
and painted her face with
just the right concoction.

she picked out her clothes
staring at her closet with
nerves and anger.

for once, she just wanted
someone to love her
all of her

not the made up, revealing, night on the town her.
the real her.
sweatpants, messy bun her.

she wanted the freedom to be real.

choose any color
or any combination
of colors

I don’t care if I match
or if I make sense

slap it on thick
make me drip

and don’t wait
until I dry

to slap on more

use a brush or
your hands

I don’t care if
I’m not finished

I would rather be
the canvas you
experiment with

than the one you sell

I don't feel anything for you anymore
That parts over, I've been done for some time
I'm happy, I don't need you, so why does it matter
If you reach out or stay silent

I shouldn't care, it shouldn't hurt
You put up walls and left me here
I shouldn't care, it's absurd
But it's cold and lonely on the other side here

It's been a year, I've moved on to a new life
I made new friends, memories, and habits