Patched

I found her lying on the ground
Dirty and used up
Wounded from a battle
She had chosen to give up on
I used my hand as a temporary fix
To help her hold herself together
Until I could find a patch
And mend all that ailed her
I showed her to my home
Allowed her to shower and clean up
Offered her food and water
And a fresh set of clothes
Trying to be a good person
This was all done with no expectations
But in her lifetime thus far
No one had ever been unconditional
Attempting to repay me
In ways that needn't be mentioned
Everything she had and more
But I wanted only for her to be well
She next mistook my kindness for love
In return falling in love with me
And at that point I realized
Why I had found her wounded
Lying on the ground
And that she was headed there again

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