Kintsugi me in the traces lacquer mixed with gold,
A broken bowl dreams of the cracks only you hold
Fill a ragged edge in me illumine create in mistake
Our scandal beauty in the slipping swerving break
Fractured, many pieces, damaged beyond control,
Deep hollow sorrow disappointment fills our soul,
The breast of a line stops in shivers leaves in a sin,
Drop me on the floor shattered light shines within
Patient with me, still hands, tender reverent touch
Times leaks in all the vessels display me in a hutch
Lay me on the seams--our dreams applied w/care,
Paris again together with imperfections in the flair
Gleam our weeks forever immortal in a place onto
Break me in the spaces put back whole inside you.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 7:47 AM UTC
Kintsugi me in the traces lacquer mixed with gold,
A broken bowl dreams of the cracks only you hold
Fill a ragged edge in me illumine create in mistake
Our scandal beauty in the slipping swerving break
Fractured, many pieces, damaged beyond control,
Deep hollow sorrow disappointment fills our soul,
The breast of a line stops in shivers leaves in a sin,
Drop me on the floor shattered light shines within
Patient with me, still hands, tender reverent touch
Times leaks in all the vessels display me in a hutch
Lay me on the seams--our dreams applied w/care,
Paris again together with imperfections in the flair
Gleam our weeks forever immortal in a place onto
Break me in the spaces put back whole inside you.
Sometimes I like to pick up broken things and try to imagine them in new and different angles that shape the way we think of ourselves and all the good with the bad that mixes together the all of us and makes us unique in a way that resonates with our similarities.
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