My hair was always dark—
A quiet oath to who I’d been.
It clung to me like truth,
Framing features I had learned to love.
Even as a girl, I wandered shades—
But the dark always called me home.
Strangers knew me by its wave,
Its certainty, its ease.
It was mine.
And it was enough.
Until you.

You liked bright.
You liked wild.
You liked her—
The red that lit your eyes.
So I told myself,
Maybe if I bled the dark away,
You’d see me with that same fire.

So I sat beneath the light and bowl,
Watched bleach strip years from my strands,
Watched red bleed into who I was,
Not because I loved it,
But because you might love me.

You said you liked it.
So I added more.
Layered hope on top of damage,
Waiting for your heart to catch.

And it did.
You liked me—or at least the version
I burned myself to become.
But now, in the quiet of my mirror,
I meet a stranger with copper strands,
Not the girl who knew her worth,
But one who traded it away
For something small
And fleeting.

I miss the girl who never asked
If she was enough.
I miss the dark.
I miss the strength.
I miss the truth
That once lived in my reflection.

And now I know—
Love that demands you change
Will never hold the parts
You buried to be chosen.

I should’ve never gone red.
Not for you.
Not for anyone.
Not at the cost of me.

Why am I wearing this?
I should be wearing 3 layers,
beating my face and burning my hair.
Why am I comfortable?
I should be walking while my hands freeze.
It doesn't feel right,
starting off with you,
and ending without you.

"El petricor danza en silencio—
tu sueño enciende el ocaso.
¿O es tu pelo en mi almohada?"

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‘Intim­ate Geography’
Petricor dances in silence—
your dream ignites the dusk.
Or is it your hair on my pillow?

How hot
Inside how
Much you
Feel not
Like much

You packed in yesterday
And all that you left
Is your touch on my hair
And only your breath.

You packed in yesterday
Just leaving behind
Kisses of your lips
And your cool "Unwind".

Maybe you want that
I'll entrust wholly
All my desires
To this night truly?

Just say me that!
And no other cue!
Nothing else matter
But being with you!

You packed in yesterday,
Leaving me memory
And this dead night,
Without you, but me.

There was a time when I didn't know you.
It seems absurd to me now, really.
When I didn't smell your almond hair at dawn,
When I didn't look into your chocolate eyes nearly.

There was a time when I lived without you.
When I tore myself to pieces with no mean.
When I was alone at all and didn't imagined
That you're my fate, my part. You're foreseen.

I tried to cheat my fate more than once,
I teased her much. I was rude to her very.
And she saved me tenderly every time.
She awaited the while I was stubborned daringly.

There was a time when I didn't know you.
Maybe it was in my past life.
And now you're here, you're nearby.
And all my past disappeared without any strife.

Cheery, the does of charity
Caring for cope; like a saving grace...
Sweeter minds, compare liberty
To a beauty, with lucre to face...

World's of wishes
Working for wisdom's solemn might
Is like a house of reality's, is...
A heart of harkening, with time to be right?

Sakes be praised...
Philosophy, acceptance, and luck
Merit, a capable look at chastity's age
I am the times, with more to tuck...

Meager kinds, methodical why's
Of a simpler wish than trouble
Sweat, secret's, lovers that shy...
Wakeful vices, and the sincerity of waits habit, restitute and or whole...

The stares of time
To wonder, is a wandering could requite?
Long loosed, and seclusion, trying...
Could a harrowed light, be instinct so bright?

I pray for her safety,
The world is scary.
I pray for her happiness,
She deserves joy.
I pray for her,
That not even a hair will bother her.

Just because you might think me mental
Doesn't mean I want to be
An experiment.
I admit it, I thought Quiet Riot was cool.
What?

Tangled thoughts – I love
your beautiful strands of hair,
And not having them tangled in
my fingers, leaves me so stranded.

I can’t help these tangled thoughts;
thinking about your curls.