The Softening
Once upon a time,
There was a girl
She wore suits and makeup
And blood on her lips
She would tie her hair back
With severity, a pencil
Stabbed through the bun
And she wore hard boots
That you could hear
From all the way down the hall
And then this girl
Melted
Her heart fell out
Her shadows were lit
And her heart was
Illuminated
From the inside
Her hard lines smudged
Trading crisp button-downs
For loose, airy blouses
And black for light blue
The blood turned to rose petals
Her makeup softened
Her hair fell down
And with less severity,
Curled around her shoulders
And her boots stopped
Echoing down the halls
They danced
And this boy
That melted her heart
And softened her lines
And broke her walls
And relaxed her posture
And rattled her nerves of steel
He stayed
Because she melted him too