You never had the best of me.
You never stayed long enough to see it;
never opened you arms wide enough to receive it.
Your gaze always averted,
darting here and there
in search of your next meal;
a gentle buzz beckoning,
a flash of rainbow wing.
And you devoured each one
with impeccabble manners,
leaving only the tiny heart behind
begging you come finish them off,
clean the shredded remnants from their bones.
When I tried to keep you in my heart,
you never settled quietly into memory.
You beat against its walls,
determined to leave nothing behind.
All your imagined colors
proffered in seduction,
now all descended into grey.
So I tear you from my heart
to let you skim again
the shiny surface of life,
that so lovingly reflects only yourself.