I washed my hair

I washed my hair today. The same strands your hands touched yesterday. Now your presence is gone and I'm forever left alone. Because my lips were to afraid to touch yours. Because my heart is too broken to be fixed. Because all of those are excuses to justify I am terrified of liking you back. Because saying yes would make my walls explode. Now I have only myself to blame while dwelling on all that we could have been.