You threatened to fix
My broken edges,
Piece together
Jagged shards,
Smooth out
My ragged mind.
And you laughed as I cried in disgust.
To you I may seem fixable
But I am not broken.
I do not need a loving hand,
I do not wish to be fulfilled.
I beg of you,
Gently stroke the ruins of the creature I was,
And fall in love
With the way that I fall to the floor.
Hold me for a while,
And then piece together
A puzzle who wants to be solved.
