you played with my hair
like the strings of a guitar
a musician you were,
without any knowledge of your talent.
but you tuned me into your obedient property
as you repetitively strummed the sounds of your favorite song.
speaking up did no good,
so the time came when there was no rhythm left inside of me.
this angered you,
into unjust gibberish that neither you or I could fathom.
and so you smashed me,
into the person I am today.
no apologies accepted, none given.
broken, I was.
by the one I thought loved me most.