Heartbreak Poems

Stockholm Syndrome

my ex liked my hair long

so I cut it all off

my ex liked my hair straight

so I curled it every day

When asked what he'd do, he wouldn't be in earshot

in the present, he watches what he missed dance away like a lily

My hair is long, out of rebellion perhaps

my lashes are ill with ink

liver green with liquor

and now he's sorry

sorry he left me sorry for my breath

sorry that I drove him out with his tears

and maybe I'm the crazy one

for giving him something to watch

as he slumps in the nosebleeds, a cigarette in hand

but I want him to see and want once more

if there ever was a once

I liked his hair long

so he buzzed it short

and I hated when he fought

so he would come home bruised

when asked what i'd do, i'd pout then laugh

now I watch him lose the self he had left

so now his hair is long, out of spite maybe

he skates down dark streets

lungs tainted with tar

but why am I still sorry that I cut my hair