A beautiful poetry
Half finished ,though she may be
I wrote her , I called her mine
She passed through my scrutiny

I wrote and erased
Rewrote and erased again
'Agony'
'torture'
'ache'
'Affliction' instead of just 'pain'

A beautiful human
As broken as she thinks she is
I made her , l called her mine
Perfected her piece by piece

I built and wrecked
Rebuilt and wrecked again
From heretic to devotee
From remedy to bane

A beautiful mess
Just bad enough to be art
Sought after for her fissures
Handled with care lest she fall apart
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