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.
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