I cut my hair

So I don’t need anyone to hold it back

On nights when I’ve drank too much to forget you

I cut my hair

Which then cut my showers in half

So I don’t have enough time to reminisce

The feeling of your palm pressed to my damp skin

Or my fingers through your shampooed hair

I cut my hair

So I no longer resemble the person you held

Hoping maybe I’ll forget it was me in those pictures

SWD 08/2019