Written for Kyle... the kintsugi gold that holds my broken heart.
It's marked FRAGILE
It's bound to break
It has already
It's the part I hate
You don't realize
What you hold
You are golden
Bind what's broke.
The pieces
Beauty as they are
Have sharp edges
Bear deep scars
The gentle mix
Of pure gold
Laced between
Betwixt, to hold
Let each piece
Of damage shine
Brilliant being
Holding mine
Graceful strength
Shining pure
Holds me in
Embrace, the cure
Independent,
Broken true
Combination,
Priceless hue
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