“Guilt & Haircuts”
beaming like a ray of sunshine.
My stomach twists into knots
as all I can focus on is your new haircut.
You ask me if I like it.
Every part of me wants to tell you it looks horrible
that you’d probably look better with a paper bag over your head.
My mind is screaming
but my heart is reluctant
to say something so brash,
so I just stand there
and smile and nod
while secretly praying to God
that I look sincere.
You thank me but I can’t bear to make eye contact with you.
Every part of me wants to tell you it looks horrible
that you’d probably look better with a paper bag over your head.
My mind is screaming
but my heart is reluctant,
so I rush away down the crowded hall
so you can’t confront me;
head down, so no one can note
the lump in my throat
as I reflect on what I just said to my best friend.
Then I see he comes up to you from the corner of my eye.
Every part of me wanted to tell you it looks horrible
that you’d probably look better with a paper bag over your head.
My mind was screaming
but my heart was reluctant,
so now you have to hear it
from the boy of your dreams.
All color from your face has drained
As I watch on, pained
and regretful for not telling you the truth
something I had always promised to do.
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