All afternoon thinking,
my head keeps spinning.
Evaluating one,
and another option.
Just to answer that question,
What do you want with me?
I have no label in the earthly,
no explanation
from beyond.
I want to cover the wounds
of the heart with gold.
Like kintsugi,
turning scars into beauty.
I want to hold you,
whenever you need it.
I want to be the refuge
from adversities.
I want to be the outline
of your emotions.
I want to love you,
and be loved.
I want to set standards for you,
and accept no less in return.
Yet, you are setting them for me too,
and I cannot receive less
than what you give of yourself.
It will be hard to cover with another nail,
the mark you are leaving.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 6:24 AM UTC
All afternoon thinking,
my head keeps spinning.
Evaluating one,
and another option.
Just to answer that question,
What do you want with me?
I have no label in the earthly,
no explanation
from beyond.
I want to cover the wounds
of the heart with gold.
Like kintsugi,
turning scars into beauty.
I want to hold you,
whenever you need it.
I want to be the refuge
from adversities.
I want to be the outline
of your emotions.
I want to love you,
and be loved.
I want to set standards for you,
and accept no less in return.
Yet, you are setting them for me too,
and I cannot receive less
than what you give of yourself.
It will be hard to cover with another nail,
the mark you are leaving.
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