A year ago
I sat in the floor
with a glass of boxed white
snipped them off
One by one

Letting go of the girl
who bent over in that bathroom stall
too scared to say no

who let him move across the country
who always pretended she liked it.

Winter came.
So did I.
Over an over.
Your cold hands peeling off my shirt
Kissing my neck

"You are so beautiful".