Repeat

I. 

you remember
the terrible
things
i’ve done
to you.

I pull
my hair up,
I cut
it off.

you fuck
someone else,
I’m ok with it.

I start
to resent
the curl
of your
hair.

you can’t
look at
me right
anymore.

II. 

I park
my car
on a street
named
after you,

I repeat
your name,

but you’ve
stopped
responding.

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