Hair
It makes me ill just being around you as you leave me for the millionth time
The final straw was pulled and every straw you pulled before that took a piece of me each time like pulling strands of hair out of my head until I was bald
You knew you could take my hair
Every last strand of it
Taking the only strands that belonged to me
She would be okay you must have thought
You putting my strands of hair on your own head each time giving you a full head of hair
You never even took care of what you stole from me
Leaving it frail and destroyed
I could make due having no strands of hair left
I would grow more hair for it to be continuously pulled out of my head
I wake up now to see my eyelashes growing back after I rubbed my eyes repeatedly from crying making them all fall out
You didn’t pull those out but instead you caused them to fall
I’d be okay though , eventually growing new hair yet it no longer felt like mine
The hair I wanted was the pieces taken from me not the pieces I was to gain again
It no longer felt like my hair
It felt like an obligation to feel normal
For a while i would wear a wig, covering up and not facing the pain you had caused me
I did it so nobody would see how much i hurt
I no longer cry about you to keep my eyelashes the only pieces you haven’t pulled out yet
I want my old hair back yet it’s no longer mine
I was left to live with the awkward stage of it growing back after you left
Slowly detaching myself from reality so i didn't have to face it
My hair would never fully grow back again but I would have to learn to love it for you could no longer take it from my head
Now and again,
Even though you left,
Some hairs still get pulled out without you pulling.
Copyright © Mina Morris | Year Posted 2022
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