She refuses to let it go

One last time.

And the words she voices

Fall pointlessly to the floor like autumn leaves

Dead and flammable

Engulfing her in the inferno

Of her own frustrations.

But he will not bend.

He's like steel that way

And her hands are too bruised from trying

But this time...

This time is different.

This time it's something that matters to her

And she can't keep being the softer one

The malleable one

The one that always becomes

Whatever it is he wants her to be.

But what she doesn't know

Is that the thing

that will make him bend

Will be nothing at all.