Fool’s gold
Like mercury, he shone.
Bright light
deflecting, distracting
from fluidity.
Unstable, he scattered.
Heart darts
petrifying, splintering
quicksilver droplets.
Sweet nothings were that.
Nothings. Sweet,
oh but so sweet as they
dripped, dropped,
sugar coating,
masking,
hiding,
to nothing.
Amplified, he said.
My feelings
were amplified.
But they were real. Don’t
hate me. Don’t
blame me
for smothering
with (false) love.
Fool’s gold, it was.
Worthless, weightless.
Prettifying, promising,
pretending potential.
2016
