Lavender teardrops
fall like
bronze pennies
in a wishing well.
[ I wish
you would
catch them
before they
dropped,
in slender
fingers ]
and keep them
in glass bottles
above your bed;
to keep my pain
sealed away
with yours
in pandoras
box
seemed so
magical.
But they still
..rain..
. . . down the
. . . concaves of my
. . . face.
. . .
. .
.
I hung a
mona lisa
smile
on the edge
of my down turned
lips;
(a masterpiece
that looked so
wrong)
But you always
called me
perfect.
The ebony shelf
tipped the
balance;
and the
bottled tears
shattered,
staining
the floor.
And I saw
they were
[only ever]
mine
alone.
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