I didn't let you break my heart
I knew to protect from you, my body’s most precious part
Because I finally came to see
That you'd already broken the rest of meMy delicate, flitting fingers
Calmed by your hand's soothing lingers
Soon your grip tightened and began to smash
My crushed hands were turned to ashMy eyes, innocent and wide
Intently followed your elegant glide
But when the rage you'd show
Could no longer be passed as passion
I had to convince my friends that dark blue eyeshadow
Was the latest fashionI used to hold my head high through life’s test
Until it grew heavy and sunk against my chest
Burdened by the thought of you for my life’s fate
My neck couldn't support its weightYou said you adored my voice
But I guess it didn't stay your favorite choice
Because I could barely utter a squeak
When enclosed by your fist, my words grew weakI’d always had a taste for life
Mouth used to lick icing off the knife
But when I abandoned sweet for the spice I thought you had
My tongue was disappointed by something bitter and blandYou may have destroyed my body
Left it broken and bloody
But one pumping muscle remains
And it will never be caught in your chains
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Tacenda
Poetrytacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence