Winter Breaking

But I loved you,
and you said 
no. 
You stood there in
candy apple red
snow boots
and you laughed
up into the night sky
and the flurries falling 
around us.
They gathered on your eyelashes.

I reached for your gloved 
hand it slipped away
from me,
and you said,
let's walk across
the frozen pond.

But it was December
and you would've fallen
straight through 
making Jude
the Obscure proud. 

I wanted to cry
but feared the tears
freezing to my face
on the long walk home
with my hands shoved so
deep in my pockets.
I left you, I turned around
under the hazy orange
street light
and put up a middle
finger 
as I walked away.

I wasn't getting fucked over
again.
Not from a girl
in red Hunter brand galoshes
who 
wanted me to paint her nails for her.
Who stole my sweaters
to show I was hers.
She began to smell like
my cologne.

I wasn't letting you win,
as I walked away and
heard the crunching
of the freshly fallen snow
underneath me.