Prior Owned... not used

Having being passed on from person to person,
I'm tired.
I had no say whatsoever in who bought me...
Or who got me.

I was always [used],
Just so she could fit in.
I was changed and fabricated,
Just so he could have his way.

I was broken and mended
And broken again...

But no one cared.

I felt used.

Until my real owner came.
He that held my better half.
Him that knew how to love a broken heart...
So perfectly well
Because he owned it.

He didn't see me as [used]
But prior owned ...
By the wrong person of course.

 And she loved him so.

Ayoola Mé