Its been torn.
Its been pulled apart.
Its been stabbed.
Its been put back together.
I push,
I bandage,
I sew.
The scars reopen.
The pieces fall,
Clattering to the floor.
The scraps have been stepped on,
Thrown into fire.
Its been through so much,
All of which has healed.
Then you came.
Then it swelled,
Then it burst.
Tears rain,
I try to pick up the pieces.
But my heart,
Shattered and burned,
Is beyond repare.