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Click hereI was
Dropped
Shattered
Broken
Then repaired
Like a kintsugi bowl
With golden seams
You are my gold
The glue of my existence
That holds the parts of me together
Giving form
Where there were only pieces
You are my gold
My gold
My everything
Without you
I am like a broken pot
Useless
Without a purpose
You are my gold
And make me who I am
More beautiful even
Than I was before
When I thought
I was whole
And perfect
Like a kintsugi bowl
I am
More beautiful for the gold
The seams
The cracks
The pieces
Held together
By
Your love
I liked it just because you knew what a kintsugi bowl is. The rest was a bonus :)
The word flow in this poem is delicate. It kind of tip-toes along and mimics the metaphor of fragility, which is cool. I really like how it reads. 👍