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.