i can always fix the things

you carelessly drop

or fling in blackest rage

in my direction

like the silver amalgam distortion

reflecting your damage

the fragments

sharp and jagged

crisscrossing my palms

slivers piercing my scarred heart

precious silver droplets fall

love’s molten solder

to piece you together

to once and again mirror

letting you see your true reflection

while i quietly remain, an ever burning flame

creating something beautiful

from pain

~ kei
22 April 2015