You once told me
That you liked
My blonde streak
Because you could always
Find me in crowds
And you thought
The confidence
Was beautiful
The boy I dated
Before you
Hated when
I dyed my hair
Told me it was unnatural
And made me feel ashamed
It's odd,
You made me feel loved
And more like myself
By embracing my hair
He made me
Feel shamed
And like I had to change
My personality
But never my hair
Yet,
I can look at photos
Of my long, dark, natural hair
And think nothing of it
Or of him
Meanwhile
I can't even look at photos
Of myself
Without thinking of you
Every time I see my own photos
And my own hair
My heart feels like it might shatter
If someone were only to whisper
02/08/23
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