i n f a t u a t e d

golden repair

You seem to have lost the feeling of joy,
When you sit at your desk and blankly stare,
My heart breaks in two,
I wish I could fill the dreary hollow that has replaced your ocean eyes,
If only to see something polar to the dark cloud that lingers.

But fixing requires skills I do not possess.

So instead, I imagine I am pouring glittering, liquid gold into your weak frame,
Specifically through the cracks and splinters that reveal the icy darkness.
Parallel to the art of kintsugi, I wish for you to embrace your imperfections,
And for your damage to become part of a beautiful history,
Not something you wish to hide.

© 2019 stitch_has_a_glitch.

A/N: Self love and care is a journey, not a destination ❤️