Ex- Hair- Friend

I say I love you;
I cut you shorter and shorter
You rebel,
And you grow longer.
It is true, my love, I do love you
But tomorrow;
I'll have to cut you again,
see you lying on the floor;
to get rid of those memories associated with you.
I will first break up with you, saying,
"It's not you, it's me"
For I have this recited now
Like how the  moon remembers when to break up with stars.
I'll leave you alone, suffering, on your own.

With judging eyes,
when people ask me about you
I'll read to them our story - the story of an eternal love
Where I survive, because you suffer.