I let you in against my better judgment.

My femininity came with talons

So if I was meant to be a dainty thing,

I shredded those expectations

Long before my womanhood blossomed.

I thought you were going to prove me right,

Like every Mr. Wrong before you.

When I kick you to the curb,

You find a way under my fences

And shine light on the parts of me I felt only deserved darkness.

You took my heart of stone

And chiseled it into an open door.

You waltzed in with your simple charm

And made my insides feel like butterflies were emerging from a lonely winter,

Soul lighter than a feather.