Loss of a teenage love
I remember that day , the day when I lost her. I remember her there running her fingers through my hair . She was my baby , she was my dark toned special one. Then in an instance she was gone ! Banished into thin air, I start to freak "where could she be !?!". I run to my mother and shout in confused paranoia "Mom where is she?!" my mom replies "where is what ??" I shout at her "My comb mom , where is my comb!?!?!?". She told me to check where i had last seen her . So with that I ran to my small jungle of a mess I sleep in that most would call , quote on quote my bedroom.
I ran about in this small jungle searching from top to bottom and there was no sign of her.I checked my bed , my dresser tops and drawers , and still no sign of her . Finally I resorted to my ex her name " Harriet Brush" . The brush was not the same , her fingers weren't the right size for my hair and there were too many of them in a bushel. I got tired of her the first night yet I kept using her , but still no sense of satisfaction at least none like i've had before with my baby.
After a few days of being with the brush i’ve grown even emptier and so I left ; but I keep trying new thing with others . At some point I was just whoring my hair out to other types of combs and brushes , like my hair was a brothel you'd see out in Nevada somewhere . Just new combs non the likes of witched i'd ever imagine of seeing in my lifetime all new colors and all different shapes and sizes. Each comb had a different feeling in my hair and none were even close to feeling the way mine had felt going through my long soft hair on relaxing days.
Now I feel even emptier than I ever could have imagined before I look up in the night sky and wonder does she think of me ' does she miss me
I think to myself why cant i get here back . I want her I need her I love her and boy do I miss her but I never gave up hope I still search aimlessly for her in my house ; but, there is still no trace of her . This shall not stop me and I won't give up till I find her and until her fingers are running through my hair again and I can be happy once more.
