I don’t have attachments.
No really, I don't!
Not to physical objects,
Not to living things.
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My hair, for example,
I don’t have an attachment to my hair;
I will never cry after getting my haircut
But I won’t get it dyed.
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Hey, I like its natural texture.
I don’t have attachments, I'll prove it;
I can lend you all of my favorite books
But don’t you dare bend the corners.
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Okay but look,
I don’t have attachments;
My mom’s birthday is not my phone password
But her favorite number is, 17.
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This one is good,
I don’t even have an attachment to memories;
I can’t remember what I ate for breakfast
But the day you left I know what outfit you wore.
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I swear, this will make sense now,
I don’t have attachments;
Because when you left, I was fine
But I did dye my hair.
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Fine.
Fine.
Fine.
You’re right.
I have attachments.
There’s nothing wrong with needing comfort.
Security.
Patterns.
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Maybe what I have
An attachment to most
Is lying.
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Because when you left,
I wasn't fine.
You were my comfort.
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Did you really have to
Make me say it aloud?
About the Creator
KB
A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
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