Love often sits on a fence, in this Humpty-Dumpty world, leaning towards falling for another, or simply tumbling into the pain of loneliness as your heart collapses, simply a balloon deflating into a shriveled empty pink mass.
I was that dizzy, top of the world guy, when she first breathed hello, tinged with a smile, brighter then a horizontal fingernail moon.
Kisses like white chocolate melted on our lips, nothing sweeter was ever known. We danced through days, and snuggled through nights, Siamese twins joined by passion, till one who was intent on disrupting my gravity pushed hard at separating me from the wonder of her eyes.
He swept her off her feet, offering her materialistic things I was unable to at the time, till she was caught up in the whirl of tickets, fine dining, fancy cars, and money talking.
When love becomes abandoned for greed, it takes on a cheap sadness, and I was left broken by the other side of the wall she erected to shield herself from the pain of my eyes.
Somewhere way back in time there lies the pieces of just the shell of what was. But in the puddles that have long since dried, both of tears and of the essence of a perfect love broken, there lies a sunny side up version of what will always be the remnants of my long ago mourn.
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