I've made something beautiful for you.
It's delicate, and intricate, and thoughtful,
It's genuine, positive, and loving,
and it fits right in your hand,
or rests right on your shelf.
Please smash it.
Please throw it and scowl.
Don't bother to even accept it,
and I can't hold it anymore,
and I can't see you like before,
with that lighthearted smile?
or was that just your face?
I'm not sure if we ever even looked at each other,
or if one time,
we just glanced.