before :: after

we shake hands now, in public places, now that it's been almost three years since we stopped dating.

i went for a walk to day and
inadvertently stepped on a lightning bug.

i am a glow-in-the-dark, feminist, flying-object slaughterer who

has almost the same hairstyle as her ex-boyfriend.

sometimes i forget that i am still attached to certain parts of my life. it's like i float away and only remember to come back when they're standing in front of me, waving..

waving.. i guess

that's what it means to grow up.