I cut my hair.
I cut my hair
Because of you.
You’re fingers twisted in my strands,
Your hands removing them from my neck
So your lips could lay upon my vulnerability
And gently kiss.
You cut my hair,
Not literally
But you did.
You said you liked it long
And as my hair brushed against my lower back
At my waist
You left me.
After telling me you loved me.
You loved me.
How do you love someone and leave.
How am I supposed to react when my hair
Is the only part of me
That reminds me of your hands.
My hair felt dirty,
No matter how many times
I washed it,
Your remnants was left in my strands
Leaving me no choice
But to rid of them.
I had to cut the last part that I had of you.
I grabbed those scissors
And I grabbed my memories
Of you,
And I snipped.
I snipped and snipped
Until I couldn’t feel your fingers anymore.
I could no longer feel your hands and hear your voice saying
That you liked my hair long.
My hair was now the length of yours,
I grabbed my mother's clippers
And shaved.
I shaved until my scalp was showing,
And I could no longer see the hair that you
Said I looked better with.
It’s your fault
That my hair is gone
But it is also your fault
That I am happy now
With my hair to shoulders,
After growing for 2 years
I don’t hear your voice and I don’t feel those boney fingers in my strands
And I am glad I did what I did.