Bend

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.