rapunzel

i feel like rapunzel - everyone reaching out for the whirlwind of my bright hair or my eyes or the way we kiss, reaching out for something to grasp onto. you want to climb up to some fairytale world on my tresses, to steal me away from my fierce solitude, my promiscuities, but i've grown a bit too fond of my high tower and my not-needing-nobody state of mind. and we can be lovers for a moment but i don't think i can save you from yr broken heart or yr routine life or the chemicals you crave; i don't think my unsturdy careless gestures are enough to prop you up for long. i'm so scared when you grasp at me like this, when i know i can't fix things the way i wish i could, the way you think i can. rapunzel, but i'm cutting off my hair.