Curls

I cut my curls to the floor Each and every time To start over once again But since I do it every time It is now a new routine Everything happens circles again and again Nothing is ever new And history will repeat itself again And yet again Its seems so Because here you are again at my door My hair has been cut short again when you break my heart again I will cut it, and it will grow while your gone When you return it will be long enough to cut I will have wasted my time Here waiting for you And wasted my hair The curls that once were beautiful and long Lie on my dresser in neat rows. One row of hair for every time you’ve broken my heart And Ive just let you back in I cant help but feel for you, and this means my hair will never be long again I will have enough hair to make wigs for every child in the world With cancer Or every girl that needs extensions You kept saying over and over again Don’t worry I’m going to leave her I’ll leave her one day and it will be you and I in that house with our children But whenever you came over all we did was go straight to the bed And you’d always ask me what happened to my hair And why it never grew You asked about the hair on the desk And I always said that hair only grows when You love it and take care of it And you’d ask me why I didn’t just love and take care of it Then I’d ask you why you didn’t do it And you’d look at me funny before grabbing your cigarette for a drag, and putting your shoes back on You dusted off my scent and headed back over to your house Your Gorgeous house With your wife and kids For now you are here with me, once at night Every two or three days But soon Soon enough, I know that you will stop coming, and tell me to stay away for Good when she gets suspicious I know the rules by heart Don’t speak to you at work, and don’t text or call Work I hate when she comes to work smiling and looking around I spoke to her once And you didn’t know She is kind but I can’t help it I still see myself wanting to cut her Curls one day so she would watch the fall from the ground too While the light from the window poured in one early sunrise morning Standing next to bed and across from the dresser under the phone Where you’ve received that devastating text once again you instead of me receiving that text message Two meetings ago you left his watch here I should personally return it to her someday I want long curls too