I did my nails the morning after dumping you.

They were long and cute.

I cleaned out my room the following weekend, 

tossing away remnants of you.

Then I showered and deleted Snapchat.

I cried and slept, but I did not 

crawl back to you. 

My friends saw it as an accomplishment.

I see it for what it is - 

a strange strength.

I will not give you the satisfaction of seeing me 

on my knees again.

I am not reliant. I know how to be 

happy without you.