My Name

kbreinich

 You could never pronounce my name right.

The way it rolled off your tongue,

just sounded mishandled.

 

Like a piece of the puzzle

that you try so hard to make fit.

But it doesn’t quite belong.

 

I learned to love it that way.

It was the only flaw I could find.

  

It was almost like you took,

who I thought I was.

And revised it a little bit.

 

You would whisper it into the stillness,

or scream it into the void

Reminding me that I found love,

was nothing exceptional.

 

But then, you got tired

of my names dull tone.

And I watched

as it dropped right from your

perfectly curved lips,

and shatter on the floor.

 

My name,

that was once so full of love,

was just a broken sound.

And now, when someone says it right.

I don’t even react at all.

  • Author: kbreinich (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 18th, 2017 21:35
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 25
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  • Heather T

    The way you write reminds me so much of my daughter's writing. I'm enjoying you.



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