I grew out my hair
So old lovers wouldn’t recognize me
Maybe if there were some
Physical evidence of growth
I wouldn’t be the same person
I was four years ago
Begging someone to love me
So now I braid flowers into my hair
Now I adorn myself in everything
That actually loves me back
Because old lovers pale in comparison
To the things that I now have eyes for
And yes
I still have dreams of old friends
And everyone I’ve ever loved
Up until now I felt like I just always picked the wrong people
But now I’m thinking that that’s just life
And I will love and lose and love again
The red thread that connects me to you
Wraps around me one too many times
So I cut myself loose
Now it’s just so much easier to breathe