I am a Cubic Zirconia.
On the outside, seemingly polished and sparkling.
But beneath the surface, flawed and jaded.
You saw me, thought me a Diamond in the rough.
You thought you could fix me.
I thought you could too.
We were both wrong.
And now here I am, worse than before,
And missing you terribly.

You left my life
as quickly as you came into it.
Fell out of the sky,
and into my lap,
quite literally!
Never before have I
wanted time to stand still,
as much as I did then.
And as the doors slid shut
and you glided away into non-existence,
I sorely wish I'd gotten your number.

Happy paintings and
Smiling faces
Cover up the stench of death

Because now I'm confused.
Are these subtle hints?
or works of fiction;
created by my own mind,
to fool myself into thinking
I'd ever have a chance with you?