Skid Marks…An Ode to Newly Single Women Everywhere

The vows are shattered,

the ship has sunk,
Your ring is pawned,

you’re in a funk.

 

 

Plotting revenge,

manifest his demise,
Happy to be rid,

of his gaslighting lies.

 

 

Pick up your chin,

No need for despair,
Get excited to see,

what’s waiting out there.

 

 

Don’t focus on ‘loss’,

reframe it is ‘cleaning’,
Every goodbye creates room,

for life with more meaning.

 

 

No more skid-mark undies,

hidden in laundry,
No more toilet surprises,

a true flushing quandary.

 

 

No more dinner complaints,

No, “What, this again?”
No more debates with boys,

cosplaying as men.

 

 

The papers are signed,

it’s all crystal clear,
It’s time to focus,

on you, my dear.

 

 

Easy said, easy done,

you won’t miss a beat,
The skid marks are yours now,

but left on his street.

 

 

She’s in the mirror,

that girl from before,
Waiting to rise,

to take back her roar.

 

 

Join that gym, take that class,

or go on some dates,
Or just sit still,

you dictate the pace.

 

 

Either way, you decide,

you’re nobody’s wife,
And with that, my love,

it starts your new life.

 

 

So, grab that dream,

go chase that thrill,
Because You Can’t Kill Him,

but your success surely will.

 

 

Because You Can’t Kill Him: Survive. Thrive. And laugh a little too.