Kintsugi.

His heart. Oh his heart is so full of love it spills over and drowns everyone around him, yet he remains the only one who can't breathe. 

He is the bright glittering glass corroding away within the sand, the ones people bring home and keep for themselves. 

But all he sees is broken glass without its original purpose and wholeness, washed up and lost, never truly belonging in anyone's home. 

God he's beautiful just like kintsugi.

Shattered pottery sealed together with gold. He is the broken pieces, he is the gold. His flaws are what draws me to him, like moths to flame.

But flaws to a broken man remains cracks even after they've been put back together.  I can only watch the moth wings burn.

Awake.

It's odd to wake up outside of your own skin,

Each time you attempt to assimilate yourself, everything stands at an end, goosebumps.

You realise how hard it is to breathe,

Your mind a tumbling mess,

Empty.

I am breathing underwater,

So just let me drown.