you weren’t born broken like the rest of us
you weren’t even made broken
you’re just you
bitten off whole
from your mother’s broken womb
we are all made who we are by our mothers
either because of them
or in spite of them
but you came out whole
and you picked up her pieces
even though it wasn’t your job
and no one expected it
now I’m yours
and you fill in all the missing pieces
but I don’t want you to fix me
you’ve already done that enough
now it’s your turn
to be the taker
I need to fix myself
so I can give my all to you