"i still love you
but last night instead of
scanning through our text messages
a little rabbit looking for
the flaw in her den;
i went to sleep
and forgot about them
i still love you
but my hair smells like
a new brand of conditioner and
i cut it so i feel light, i feel
whole
and your hands wouldn’t recognize it,
have never run their course
through the new styles
i’ve been trying
because i don’t care if you
like it down
anymore
i still love you;
some part of me fears
that i’ll always love you,
a small seashell amount, a
shard of glass hidden in
my bedsheets
i still love you
but i am learning how to love myself
as wide as beaches,
to check under the covers for sharp things
and when i find them,
to put them somewhere i won’t see
