damaged goods

you found me on the road

a wandering stray, weighed down by the past

you took me in

made me yours

and nursed me back to health

I smiled and watched yours fade

at first you grew distant

then you became angry

and soon, you began ripping off the bandages you had so delicately placed

tearing the stitches out

only to sow them back in again and again

I wasn’t your lover

I was your patient

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