Short brown hair

I get to lay with you for a second and I run my fingers through your soft brown hair
I remember when we did this more often, you would stare into my eyes and I felt so alive
Now you barely speak to me, the connection is gone
Even when you mess up, I am the one that is wrong
We barely get along
 
As I run my fingers through your soft brown hair
You don’t even seem to care
It was once real, now this feeling is unfair
You’ve stopped me from becoming aware

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