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Porcelain
I knew a man once.
Tall, and projective he was.
Loud, and demanding he was.
He wanted me silent; still, yet pacified.
I, being of woman, was what divided us so greatly.
Strong-willed, and active I was.
Headstrong, and definitive I was.
I wanted him to acknoweldge my character and flaws.
I wanted him to see me as a person; not as an empty-minded porcelain doll.
I wore what I liked.
I said what I pleased.
I behaved like a man.
And I ate like a king.
He watched for many nights and days,
Squirming in his chair, and tearing down his nails.
He begged and he pleaded,
Hoping that I'd return to a state he was most comfortable with.
I smiled at his acts and his words,
Hoping that he would soon break, and see that I was as human as he,
As entitled as he,
But when his eyes rolled behind his head and his pulse had so quickly fled,
I realized that I had shattered the man beyond repair.
Now I had broken a porcelain doll.
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