He gave, I made

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First up,this is a little different than the previous poems.It doesn't have a rhyming scheme.But the theme and plot are intact!

From every glass he broke,
I fixed a window.
From every piece he tore,
I stiched a dress.
From every page he burnt,
I made a book.
From every cigarette he blew,
I started a fire.
From every kiss he kissed,
I glued my parts.
From every lie he fed,
I cooked a meal.
From every curse he muttered,
I defined myself.
From every stone he threw,
I built a home.
From every scar he gave,
I drew my end.
From every trick he played,
I learnt a game.
From every dream he stole,
I trapped a soul.

And yet

From every 'I love you' he said
I gained a breath.

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