That time
I cut my hair with rusty sheers
just to avoid
hurting you
easier to take it out on myself
rejection makes me a fool
this time
I cut my hair properly and it looked
better than it had since my eyes
did not require to appear full of hope
you always wanted me to keep it long
so I could not see my way out
I stayed
far too still
warm in the notion
you cared
when you had left
long before
and the chill
became something
I was used to
TheFeatheredSleep 
Whether the pain be blunted and rusty or sharp and shiny it is still pain
The gloomy end 🙈 like I’m so Used to getting Hurt.. loved this piece of you !
It seems like I called in at a bad time. Beautifully written just very sad. I’ll call back in a bit…
Pulling at heart strings in a musical setting with no sound but heartbeats:)
Superb. I once shaved off my beard after a row with J
‘you always wanted me to keep it long
so I could not see my way out’
Your simple brilliance at its painful best.
And a good metaphor, though my neck now gets cold 😉 (giggle)
You gave me the giggles admitting that! that’s so funny! I cannot imagine and yet I can! (did she like the new look?) 😉
you said it so well my friend P
Dear Phil, I do write quite sad things but I’m not sad, it’s just my style 🙂 Thank you so much for visiting and your kind words they are very appreciated!
Dear Tanuj thank you VERY much!
Absolutely correct. So what are you reading right now?
Oh no! 🙂
Good to see you smiling today. 🙂
You OFTEN make me smile xo
Aww shucks! 😊
I’m reading an escapist novel – Wilbur Smith’s Pharaoh. He has written several Ancient Egypt novels with one of those ‘love to hate’ characters – he’s so egotistically arrogant 🙂
Thank you my dear
Oh I secretly love Wilbur Smith! (approve!)
it is my pleasure knowing you and being your friend Paul
You’ve been in my head. Again.