Patchwork

 
She was his Rubik's cube of once before, pieced together
until she resemble a human quilt of patchwork stuffed
with incomplete portions of his manifest.  Building
his citadel within her seam as each jagged stitch molded her
until she became fragments of his ego rusting between her thighs.
He gave birth to her insecurities whenever he spilled his bile
within her barren womb.

She was the house that welcomes the graffiti he wrote on mildew walls
drawing her in sections of defiled essence.  His rotten spoils
spilled from his tongue with each new part he used
while piecing together a portrait buried within his
decrepit mind. He built her from the lies that
form from his twisted tongue.

She would watched as his truth became  an illusion that grew legs
and walked away from his room of discarded limbs. Leaving
her looking for the pieces of her he replaced with
cast off parts of them.  Draining her until she was lost in his
fountain of adolescences wants. Sinking in his pool of once before,
 her face reflected off its bloody surface..
 Her blind eyes seeing his face, as her missing fingers
recall his callous palms. She was trapped within this room
of forget them not in his realm of past relationships..
Where he treating her like a  build-a-bear workshop thinking he could
mold his perfect woman from the shadows of once before...
never thinking that he was the patching
that needed replacing because she would only
 the quilt he built to cover love's exit wounds..
leaving him forever sewing together pieces
of an idea that never was when his truth
he over looked..