My hair is cut off

oh gosh

You cut off all my hair(I did it, didn’t it? You were there to smooth it clear)

It’s fine, it was all knotted anyway

Oh shit, I’m shot

I’m short on my face

I’m

Sweet on you, my darling(my hair looks beautiful doesn’t it?)

Your hair is pretty, braided and plaited

Dreams of good books,

Good cooking, good nights not said

But felt

But I know all about how to make due with what you have

Is to just not die inside enough

To appear normal

What do you do?

Do you cry in the midnight hours,

Or during showers? If only I could hold you

But my knotted, frizzy hair is covering my entire face

My eyes are blind

By knotted curls

My heart is knotted too,

And I feel like my hair is cut off

Because you aren’t mine anymore.