Where I was stitched up by him

I was ripped apart by her

Where he would fix my wounds

With caution and care

She’d simply glue my fabric

Back together again

It took years for me to realize though

He ripped her apart in the same way

In which she tried to change me

Not because she wanted to attack

But simply because

That’s all she had been taught

I am being ripped up

At my seams

But not with ill purpose

And as painful as it may be

I will allow her to try

And fix me