I remember the days from 2 years ago,
when the only thing I wanted to do was cry.
And when I was finally done crying,
I did the most cliché and expected thing,
; cutting my hair short.

The thought to cut my hair never occurred to me again.
Because I want to keep the length of my hair as a reminder,
of the days I spent without you.
Because cutting my hair again would be a betrayal,
would be tricking my mind into thinking,
"this is the end of my episodes..."

I know it isn't the end.