If the amount
of
hair I tore
out sitting in
the nurse’s office
(wondering
if you would be
alright, a Rapunzel
rosary of split ends
and peroxide ambiguity,
my eyelids
all shrinking
violets, marshmallows,
a mound of
salt next to you)
was worth its weight
in gold
I would try
to buy you
happiness or,
melting down,
forge myself
a brand new heart,
one that glistened
warm enough
to guide you
safely home.
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eden-halo: If the amount of hair I tore out sitting in the nurse’s office (wondering if you would...
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