After you, I've had the urge
to finally cut my hair
that ended beneath my waist
and looked good with
shoulders bare.
The length of it stretched on
and it reminded me of you.
The same endless cycle,
you'd always split off
into two.
Colours have faded now,
leaving the carcass of a strand.
A fraud of what it truly was,
growing under your demands.
But I face the mirror now,
as scissors went where you've dwelt.
My mother hacked away my hair
until I looked more like myself.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
After you, I've had the urge
to finally cut my hair
that ended beneath my waist
and looked good with
shoulders bare.
The length of it stretched on
and it reminded me of you.
The same endless cycle,
you'd always split off
into two.
Colours have faded now,
leaving the carcass of a strand.
A fraud of what it truly was,
growing under your demands.
But I face the mirror now,
as scissors went where you've dwelt.
My mother hacked away my hair
until I looked more like myself.
I got a hair cu t XD
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