I only have eyes for pain

I like damaged human beings

Because I can relate and not feel so damn out of place

Moving from one failure to the next

Is just how my course seems set

It’s why I try to fix everything around me

In hopes that someday I’ll learn how to fix myself

I’m broke like Kintsugi

Beautiful in all the broken places

My pain is what holds me together

And makes for purity

I’m surprised I don’t cry blood

And smiles are reserved for when I laugh

They mean more that way you know

And gives them a better energy

Like a February 29th Supermoon

I’m halfway in life

And halfway somewhere else

Balancing the lines that divide topics of truth

I’m such a mess that I’m not sure I can ever be cleaned up

Like the Pacific Garbage Patch

I’m just lost and forgotten

Floating in the middle of nowhere

Like Laika

Left confused and used

This is why I’m drawn to those who crack mirrors when their face takes shape

We are reflections of revisions

Stacking upon themselves

Striving to reach the final form

A mirage of mercy

And solutions in the form of a savior

But the truth is

You have to save yourself first

Kintsugi

That’s the way I feel deep inside of me

Truthfully superior to my original form

Because time has broken me

And I have healed unique

Veins of gold run through my soul

I guess I just need to find a miner for a heart of gold