roots

you can cut your hair and change its color, get rid of the strands that hold the memories of me

“it would be easier to rip it from the root, just so i could forget about you”

once it grows back you’ll cut it again and again and again, hoping to forget that your biggest regret was me

i live in the roots of your mind, i seep into your scalp,

try try try… 

but you know i’ll always be there with my hands still tangled in your hair and yours around my neck