My hair is like memories, the longer i keep in one way it locks, Holding a place it cannot break, until you somehow make an unrepairable mistake.
You cut the hair, Knowing that you’ll looked renewed, but everyone still knew what you been through, caring abt the flare you lost because of all your reckless care.
Your hurt, What do you have to show for it? a buzz cut with tears on a paper, saying “ i tried to connect the split” even though i begged for this feeling to quit
My hairs grows back, Stitching back the scars she left on my past, With newly formed braid. a new lover twisted leaving a new contrast.
It’s new, something that left a mark, Something that marks me as not alone.
She knew, She relit my spark, and suddenly i missed this place more than i missed my home.
I love you. Love is a strong word to atone to, especially for me, knowing i once loved true, then it crashed down, burning and turning to something i once knew.
Love is a scary word for me, Knowing how it beat me to my knees, on a cold winter night, Wondering “how can i love right?”
Love is a beautiful thing though, how it binds to you, How it morphs you back into the child you once knew, feeling the warmth that you knew was true.
Love is scary. Digging out the feelings you once had to bury, For reasons that flooded your present with your past, Then it supposingly comes back in a flash? but your still scared of love right? So the memories of your last affect you leaving you still an outcast.
Your words wound me deeply, But your silence hurts even more, I was the boy who wanted to explore, beaten down to an atom, with no more to adore.
The arguments we had hurt to the core, knowing the only defense for you, is for me to be ignored,
Does that make you feel warm? knowing that you started a storm, that can not be reformed until your thoughts are restored?
I’ll distance myself. Distant from your deformed silence, Thinking we will have another partial alliance, until i truly break the defiance, Seeking guidance on the love we once had
