Porcelain Heart in Chains

Porcelain heart, painted in white. Fragile as a silence in the dead of night.

I stitched my smiles, I bled my hands. To shape myself

into your demands. Every glance I chase is another wound I hide. Every word I

bend is another piece that dies. You feed me love with

a razors edge. And I drink it down. Though it tastes like drip.

I'm a rabbit in chains. In a cage you built. Every move I

make just adds to the guilt. And the porcelain cracks every time

I try to be enough for you. Keep you satisfied. But the tighter