the lace didn't break. It became silk

sometimes i act like i don’t care

because if i did, i’d collapse like lace in water 

fragile, soft, see-through

but i learned something

even lace can drown and come back shining like silk.

i walk in silence, smelling like vanilla sins and forgotten prayers,

and my presence stings like holy water on bruised egos.

i am soft, yes at the right times with the right person

but softness doesn’t mean weakness 

i can be the coldest when I want to

standing in my power

you don't know me.

don’t be fooled.

there’s steel under this blush.

they see what they lost 

and what they’ll never get again.

watch what a quiet girl with rage in her spine can do