Skin the weak White blue Of skim milk Hair as dark as A starless night Red lips The color of an Open wound Not quite frowning But not smiling either Wide eyes scared Of the judgement Of every eye that meets hers One flaw And she loses all value One chip One crack And any careless Or ruthless Passerby Can split her wide open And expose her every Imperfection
You broke me. Harder, more violently, than anyone else I've trusted so much