Perfectly Flawed

One

There used to be two,
But now there's one.
One person
Alone
In this strange world.
One person
Who has no one
And no place to run to.
A person
Shivering in the cold
In a coat of rags and patches.
Rags are what's left
Of the old life
Because he lost everything
In the floods.
Patches sewn on
By people who stay
Until he has almost befriended them,
Then they leave.
The patches on his coat
Are like scars to him.
And he refuses to look at them.
Because he hates them,
Detests them,
Wants to rip them off.
But he can't
Because they hold
His torn coat together.
There used to be two,
But now there's one.
Because he lost her
In the floods.