“snip”
November 5, 2020
snip.
i cut my ties in the same fashion in which i cut my hair.
feel the heat of the moment,
a release from the opponent,
and soak in the atonements,
but frankly, i still have a care.
the snip of a strand still fills me with ache,
no matter that the ends were frayed.
for my heart gains this fire,
a filthy desire,
that maybe,
just maybe,
you stayed.
as i slash off the inches,
i deal with the pinches,
then look to the mirror, no smile.
for those pieces were dead,
and soon, new hair will fill my head.
but i wished those pieces could’ve grown for miles.