real
kintsugi
tell me
about the ways
in which you are human
flawed, broken, vulnerable
and all you have endured
in this thing called life
I promise
I will show you
there is beauty
in that brokenness
that makes you
more lovable in my eyes
more precious in my heart
than any illusion
of ‘perfect’
ever will
I will continue
to love you
despite your scars
I will love you
more
for them
reticent reverie
come to me
not as a wild thought
a forgotten image
or a transient feeling
not as the wave
that returns
after kissing the shore
not as light
that trickles
through the leaves
on a sunny day
unsure of its presence
or absence
but as the coolness of sand
under the shade of the sun
as the white of pearls
or the green of leaves
as the lasting depth
of ocean bottom
stay with me
like inherent nature of things
constant yet fascinating
unwavering
enduring
real
