You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
The quieter you become, the more you can hear.
That internal struggle between wanting to grow your hair out and also wanting to chop it all off.
I want to be
the first thing you touch in the morning,
and the last thing you taste at night.