Gypsy

Why always go back? to your velvet underground? Strangely mine is also San Francisco. I was a gypsy of sorts, seeking my footing. I searched for it all. I grabbed at it all. I thought I needed it all. Everything I needed was within.
I shaved all of my hair off today. Did a Britney Spears if you will. A awakening, a newness, a cleansing. My gypsy still remains. She was just a wish. She lives but cannot be relived. She is evolved.
For such a long time, I sought to go back, sought to reclaim her. My attempts failed. So, I killed her, angry.
She never really died, just cried. A lot.
I can hold her and protect her now but I do not have to be her again, I cannot be. She is me, I am not her anymore. She lives, she can breathe and no one will ever hurt her again.