Unforgiven

My hair was too long— 

it tangled in our mouths, so we cut it into less prying pieces. 

It has been 160 millimetres since we last kissed—it reaches my jaw. 

I smile more often, so when it catches on my teeth in the wind, 

I smile wider. 

Now my hair, 

obedient to only me, will curl away from you. 

  It knows an unforgiving love will stunt my growth…