Soft in the Middle

by Shelby Eileen

I hope I can be let go like petals on the wind and horses running home

I ruin everything I touch and boy do I know the shape of my own body well

I’m so glad to have pages with your smile on them

since when did loving you become such a sword to fall on?

all I’ve heard them say is, “you need to let it go” what does that even mean? forget? impossible pretend to forget? possibly