Pretty
I had a mermaid braid.
Best hair of my life.
I went to the dance pure.
Our dance was a collaboration
which split me in half.
Together, we could have been genius.
You were a window
I couldn’t see through.
The only ugly thing about me that night
was the mascara down my face.
Before this night he put his hands on me.
I was bubbling water, a babbling brook.
Now I am a dingy puddle
with an EXIT sign reflecting on her.
I was hope and now I can only hope
to have a sliver of hope.