This poem feels like someone writing in the exact moment love crashes into them, when every old wound and every new hope collide in the same breath. The voice trembles with disbelief, as if the speaker can’t quite understand how someone so gentle could appear after so much heartbreak. The repeated “kintsugi” image makes the tenderness almost physical two cracked souls recognising the gold in each other’s repairs. What moves most is the way admiration spills into awe, the beloved becoming a kind of light the speaker didn’t know they still deserved. The poem captures that dizzy, early‑love state where focus dissolves and every thought bends helplessly toward the other. Beneath the adoration, there’s a quiet fear: the fear of trusting again, of being seen, of being pulled back into hope. Yet the beloved’s softness the giggle, the warmth, the steady presence becomes a refuge the speaker didn’t expect to find. The whole piece reads like a confession written in one long exhale, honest because it can’t be anything else. And in its final pulse, it reveals the truth at its core: love feels terrifying, intoxicating, and beautifully alive.
I caught the hesitation, the circling, the checking… then the quiet decision underneath it all~ that part made me smile~ And I’m smiling more than I meant to… 🫣 Of course “The air is better here anyways~”
What a stirring poem that serves as its own Kintsugi, fixed with gold, mending both of you, and us of our own skepticism. Thank you.
This made me smile more than once. Very well done.
Thank you Andrea. Glad it made you smile.
Straight up fuego
Beautiful Darby! In my head, only mine is an open wound now. So moving. Thank you 🫶🏼🙏🏼🧘🏻♂️✨🌔
Nice Leo! I love the poet in you!
Thank you Dorie, I’m no Dorie Snow, but I try.
Kintsugi has a deep place in my soul! Loved this so much!
Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
This poem feels like someone writing in the exact moment love crashes into them, when every old wound and every new hope collide in the same breath. The voice trembles with disbelief, as if the speaker can’t quite understand how someone so gentle could appear after so much heartbreak. The repeated “kintsugi” image makes the tenderness almost physical two cracked souls recognising the gold in each other’s repairs. What moves most is the way admiration spills into awe, the beloved becoming a kind of light the speaker didn’t know they still deserved. The poem captures that dizzy, early‑love state where focus dissolves and every thought bends helplessly toward the other. Beneath the adoration, there’s a quiet fear: the fear of trusting again, of being seen, of being pulled back into hope. Yet the beloved’s softness the giggle, the warmth, the steady presence becomes a refuge the speaker didn’t expect to find. The whole piece reads like a confession written in one long exhale, honest because it can’t be anything else. And in its final pulse, it reveals the truth at its core: love feels terrifying, intoxicating, and beautifully alive.
Thank you. This feels like you understood exactly what I was trying to convey. Thank you for you reading and the great comment.
Leo thee sour Lemony POET! My favorite line? "My demons want to play with your gremlin"! But this whole thing was so good! Bravo!
Thank you. I had a great muse for this one.
That's wonderful 🥹🖤✨
Thank you
There's a lot in there. There's depth and poignancy, and also parts that make me smile that feel like a knowing wink as you read them. Great stuff.
Beautiful.
thank you Nerra
so pure and deep poem. really feel it❤️love it
I caught the hesitation, the circling, the checking… then the quiet decision underneath it all~ that part made me smile~ And I’m smiling more than I meant to… 🫣 Of course “The air is better here anyways~”
That you Asuka. I’m glad you enjoyed it and it made you smile.
"You radiate in my darkest sorrow," so sweet 🖤
thank you, there definitely some winking involved in there, I am glad you enjoyed it
thank you some much Simran, thank you for reading
thank you