my name...

you could never pronounce my name right,
in your mouth it sounded wrong,
like a piece that tries so hard to fit,
but it doesn't quite belong,
but i learnt to love it that way,
it was the only flaw you had,
like you'd taken who i thought i was,
and changed it just a tad,
you'd whisper it silence,
or shout it through the air,
a reminder that the love i'd found,
was nothing short of rare,
before long you got tired,
of my name's unpolished sound,
and i watched it slip right off your tongue,
and shatter on the ground,
my name once full of loving,
is just a broken syllable,
and now when people say it right,
i don't react at all.