Today I am a shy brunette;

Golden locks in memory of a childhood

Where my pride would hang loose around

My waist;

We never talk about it though as
I drink beside you stale white wine,

Gloss staining the brim of my almost full glass,
I ask about your job but never about 

The golden ring around your finger 

As we eat cherries by the sea outside your car,
You start to tell me about your past
And I pretend to listen


I sleep with you but I
Never call you back





Today I am a cheeky red head;

Laughter like fireworks and eyes like that girl
You like to see naked online,

I expect you to pay for dinner as I show up
In a dress made of silk, you think I am a lady

I think you are a joke

Laugh at all your mundane jokes in hopes I
Make you think I am naïve and dumb

You tell me you want a wife

I tell you I want a life

Today I am an innocent blonde, 

The smell of rosemary on my 

Pink summer clothes, 

We make eye contact as I 

Sip my oatmeal latte from across

The café, 

You give me money only when 

I behave like a good little girl,

My mother always taught me from

A young little girl

That table manners are important, 

So I use the right fork to cut my steak

And you give me more money

Just for being quiet and hidden

When your wife comes home

For lunch break 

Today I am a sly girl with black hair;

Eyes darker than your past,

Mouth like sirens roaring through the night;

I never take off all my clothes at once 

And you never talk about me to your dad;

We catch sunsets every weekend in hopes

You can talk to me with your hands

In the backseat of your busted car,

I make sure to never ask you about your scars

Every time you put your shirt back on

Your palms give me a migraine 

I walk home

Every time

Today I am a skinhead,

A girl only from the waist

Down, but it doesn't matter 

Since you barely see my head

When we have sex in the dark;

You like to spice up your life

And I like cutting my hair when

I feel most suicidal, but lucky for us

My hair grows back faster and faster

Each month,

You tell all your friends about me

For all the wrong reasons, but you like

To turn on all the lights when I try a 

New wig on, and you tell all your friends

That you sleep with a different girl

Every night 

You always said you wanted to see

Other people, one of your biggest dreams

Was a threesome, so every night we fuck 

Me, you and my depression

You said you liked your girls mysterious, 

Layers like an onion, showing too much

But saying too little,

You loved me a little bit harder

With my hair dolled up and mouth 

Sewn shut from all the gloss

I met your mother as a brunette, and your

Father as a blonde, your friends know

All 7 sides of me, one for every

Day of the week, on Wednesdays I wear pink

And Thursdays I wear my long hair enough

To cover up my tear stained cheeks

but you only see me

The way you want to see me, 

Lights on when I wear

Your favorite hair 

Lights off when 

I remind you

Too much

Of the real

Me