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
Copyright © Phia Mosley | Year Posted 2012
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