Kintsukuroi

I am sorry that you fell for
The red lipstick girl
Her tinkling laughter
And swirling silk clothes

But remember
When you were done with her
The lipstick was gone
And her dress was strewn across your floor

Why do I waste my breath talking, my dear?
When one word from a stranger
Can make you doubt a friend
When white words make yellow silence

I am tired, so tired, my friend
Of working so hard for so little
I watch in the shadows
As you, the golden boy
Receive my crown
On a golden platter

Forgive my magpie greed, my love
But I am not interested in baubles
Or your love affair with love

I take what I need to keep it together
Because you will not be here
Come hell and high water

And I must not fall apart.