she, he

the things she touched, they healed
the things he touched, they broke
they touched each other and the result:
she touched, they healed
herself, broken
he touched, they broke
her gift not taken
she gives the gift that is needed
he steals what is held most precious
she gave
he took
she lost
he grins
her blood he spilled
his mess, her ill to sweep
the gift he stole can never be returned
no matter, another treasure she will create
for another more worthy, one who will not decimate
she wanders lost within her path
he walks free, sure-footed right to hell
she will be found with open wounds
he can't help but trample on the good
years down the road the wounds will mend
let scars be tales for strength
he will never comprehend
things gained by giving away
are far greater than those lost by taking