I fixed you when you were broken.

Patched you up piece by piece like shambled puzzle pieces.

Like a double edged sword, my hands gashed and bloodied from fixing you.

And with your rejuvenated self, you tore me down and bit the hands that fed.

Now, I’m fixing myself like how I fixed you.

I tried fixing myself shard by shard like broken glass.

But these broken pieces doesn’t fit.

It’s been too long, I’ve ran out of words to say to you.