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.