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I Don't Have Attachments

No really, I don't!

By KBPublished 7 months ago 1 min read
I Don't Have Attachments
Photo by Rachel Coyne on Unsplash

I don’t have attachments.

No really, I don't!

Not to physical objects,

Not to living things.


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.


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.


Okay but look,

I don’t have attachments;

My mom’s birthday is not my phone password

But her favorite number is, 17.


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.


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.





You’re right.

I have attachments.

There’s nothing wrong with needing comfort.




Maybe what I have

An attachment to most

Is lying.


Because when you left,

I wasn't fine.

You were my comfort.


Did you really have to

Make me say it aloud?

heartbreakperformance poetry

About the Creator


A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!


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