You Only Love the Soft Girls

Get me a beer and I'll chase it down with a shot of tequila or two. When you come back for more, it will make it easier for me not to look at you. I won't ever be that woman who spreads herself and asks if you like it this way. If I broke apart like that it would be too easy for you to re-shape me any way you'd like. I'm done with being soft; soft movements are never noticed. So, make me a hard edge, a ragged, twisted scar, my heart: a knot inside a a hollowed bone.