I cut my hair.

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.