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 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,

feeli...

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 ...