Fuzzy memories and things that never happened

Patchwork Girl

She got a tear, upon her soul
It left her feeling less than whole
A patch she placed upon the spot
The bleeding stopped
The pain did not.
Another poke
Another puncture
Another patch
Upon the rupture.
Time advanced
The patch held on
It seemed she had
The battle won
Until the day
It was revealed
The patchwork girl
Had never healed
The patch was ripped
The stitches failed
Her heart bled out
It was impaled
Upon a blade
So smooth so sharp
Words of treachery
Played on a harp
A secret man
He did her in
But like a phoenix
She came again