Mason Jar

I didn't even notice, but I think my hair is finally longer

Who even came up with the idea to cut it just to feel better

When it rains, the purple dye starts bleeding

But the faded color is still surprisingly pleasing

The notes we passed, I put them in this mason jar

And now at last, I feel healing's perhaps not that hard

You were all I need but that's all part of history

You were all sorts of amazing, and that's the same to me

Some people become all you dislike in your eyes

Once stopped loving them