the absence of love leaves me wanting. the abundance
of love draping over your shoulder, did you ever cherish it
the way i would have with my empty palms?
the emeralds and rubies, accessible love, were handed to you,
rendered meaningless. you wanted my fossilized love, the purest
diamond extracted — stolen from the earth’s sacred caves —
with high-pressure precision. the glittering jewel, a symbol
of promise, awes your friends, protected behind a refracted display.
but when the sparkle fails to captivate your judgmental audience,
you remove me from the velvet pedestal, crush me
under your shoes into fine powder — no
one else can have such a beautiful gem
after your hands have graced this chemical heart.
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