Kintsugi
She had scars
Visible veins peering through
Her flesh
Like cracks on pottery
Self-love is something
She deemed utterly impossible
The concept was long extinguished
However, it seemed
Someone saw different
She couldn't love herself
But he certainly loved her
And she could feel that
His care for her
He knew she was scarred
To what degree he didn't know
But he looked passed them
Instead, seeing them as cracks
Filled in with
Gold.
Visible veins peering through
Her flesh
Like cracks on pottery
Self-love is something
She deemed utterly impossible
The concept was long extinguished
However, it seemed
Someone saw different
She couldn't love herself
But he certainly loved her
And she could feel that
His care for her
He knew she was scarred
To what degree he didn't know
But he looked passed them
Instead, seeing them as cracks
Filled in with
Gold.