Cutting your hair is like
Cutting away a part of your life
Those moments when the strands used to get in your face while you walked
When the wind was getting out of control.
Or when you let your hair out while going for a drive
With all the windows rolled down.
That time when your girls slept over,
And you stayed up half the night
Trying on different kinds of braids in each others hair.
Or when his fingers would comb through your locks,
Like he was playing the guitar, lovingly plucking the chords of your mane.
Then when everything goes to hell,
And theres no way back,
You find that all you can do
Is let go the part of you that held on
And cut away your innocence.