He liked that I was messy.
A mind that couldn't be predicted
a hurricane and a calm breeze.
He liked being a puppet master
I would dance to the rhythm he chose
I could be who he wanted me to be.
He wanted to capture she who was free
To take my light and put it in a bottle for himself
but I couldn't be contained.
He didn't like that.
He liked that I had a sharp tongue
He would sit in delight and surprise
as I manically talked and talked
about everything and nothing all at once.
He wanted to put me on a shelf,
To take a sneak peek at she who is pretty
nothing but a possession.
but I would not stay put
He didn't like that.
He broke me over and over until I couldn't be broken anymore
he thought that he could mould my pieces into a perfect porcelain doll
but when he tried to pick me up, the shards he created cut his skin
I became untouchable
there was nothing left to break.
He slowly grew to be frustrated with my words
he would profess his love as a last attempt to shove me in a box
but I wouldn't stay.
He became mean.
He tried to scare me into submission
but I noticed too late that I deserved better
Now we are intertwined for life.
