Your hair was always beautiful,
Long and luciousous,
Everyone always loved it.
But then you cut it off.
Long strands fly away to the floor,
While you're in the bathroom,
Closed door.
You open it.
You ask me to help.
Cutting your hair away felt like a crime,
Luckily, I was willing to break the law for you.
I am delicate,
not fragile,
please handle me as such.
I was crafted,
perfected,
but I will crumble under your touch.
I am easy to break
because I am not meant to be broken,
I wonder if I can't get over you
Because I can't get over being wanted
There was something special about being wanted
Knowing you'd talk for hours about me
And go out of your way to see
I hold my breath
Until we are free
Free
To simply
Be.
And I watch myself suffocate
Forgive me.
I forgot what is of our reality
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