A Little Bit More

You never pronounced my name right, in your mouth, it sounded wrong -like a piece trying so hard to fit, but doesn't quite belong. It was the only flaw you had. Like you'd taken who I thought I was and changed it just a tad. You'd whisper it in silence or shout it through the air. Reminding me that the love I found was nothing short of rare. Before long you got tired of my name's unpolished sound. I watched it slip right off your tongue and shatter to the ground.
My name -once full of loving- is just a broken syllable. And now, when people say it right, I don't react at all.