June 2009
(on why I won't cut my hair)
My sister made a comment about how long my hair was and asked if I had plans to cut it. This is the first time in five years that I’ve grown my hair past my shoulders, the first time in a long time that I can wear it in a ponytail again.
I told my sister I was not going to cut my hair because I wanted to see the passage of time. She scoffed, I saw her roll her eyes, and I laughed with her....
Things are even now.
All those girls whose hearts you’ve broken in the past, well, they’re happy now. They have exacted revenge in the form of : Myself.
I, who will love you too much despite all your missing parts.
No limb's fire can ever aspire to hold her.
“Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own: I wavered through the streets,...”
– Pablo Neruda
