And he took pride in knowing,
My secret smile.
He loved that he could make me laugh,
And said he loved the twinkle in my eyes.
He claimed to know my heart and body like a map,
That he noticed everything.
But he never noticed,
That my smile fell when he turned away.
He never noticed,
When the laughter became forced,
Or when my eyes became dull and empty.
He knew my body like a map,
But he didn't notice the red razor lines that appeared,
Or when my ribs started showing from not eating.
No, he never noticed those simple things,
Until I was broken on the floor.
And then he just walked away.