I’m not that girl from Illinois anymore
Stop sending me texts
That you’re not okay.
I am okay
You don’t know me anymore
You’ve never met the girl who drinks beer on the regular
Who donned heels and shimmering skirts
For a decadent night out.
That girl who took on lovers
To gain redemption
For youth lost to you
You don’t own the soul
That has thawed out,
From dating you.
That bitter, angry thing, shaded gray and red
I’m no flatlander, no flatfooted, no flat-lined person
Trusting all will be well.
I have climbed mountains,
You were a molehill.
I have elevated
And I am free.
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