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