Soft girl has smooth curves instead of hard points so your hands don’t get caught when you caress on her joints.

She has extra kindness in her pinky and her thumb, because soft girl knows violence, for violence is where she came from.

You fell in love with soft girl, and softer she became; you made her fall in love with the sound of her own name…

But, while she’s always been easy to chew, she tends to wonder if her love is too easy for you.

She is a swan, a wondrous beauty from within, but, if you pluck all her feathers you’d reveal chicken skin.

Would you touch her body the same way you touch her now, if she didn’t bother to sand her skin down? If she were covered in scratches like the walls of her old house, that hold in the cries she never lets out?

There’s a million different versions of one single person, and to love her as a blessing, you must love her as a burden.

You know soft girl has always been easy to chew.

And you loved her.

But, her love was just too easy for you.

(updated old version)