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
Oof, this one really hit. Great work!
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excellent poem friend..
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