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For a smile

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Published: Mar 25, 2010

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My hands once were a basket, of fingers entwined to gather your eyes and bottle them in paraffin hopes.
_{"He loves you.", you would say at first, just to glimpse my smile.}

You would look, always forever look. And those shadows in your gaze would linger on my skin as I, one by one, took them patiently from your iris.
_{"He loves you not.", you would say, but I saw in those shadows a wink.}

My mood swung like a see-saw, pushed to and fro by your torn lids, and I held on to them as if about to fall.
_{"He loves you.", you would say, just to breathe in my giggle.}

You would smile, always forever smile. And that smile would gradually turn into a stoned grimace of agony, but I wouldn't take any notice of that.
_{"He loves you not.", you would say, because then you wouldn't have needed to die.}

My excitement climbed, as your strength dropped in equal measure. Bare as a tree when Autumn ends, you would at last be deprived of your only truth.
_{"He loves you…", you would finally whisper, and on my curved lips would rest your words.}

You trembled, at last, one single shaking mimicked by my lips. "For a smile…"
_{"…we both knew it."}

This is not the beginning of my new series, though it's an idea I may write on a bit more.
The piece is completely metaphorical, so here we go with an explanation if you can't make up what's it about.
I was thinking, some time ago, of that "game" children play with flowers, the "she(he) loves me, she (he) loves me not"… and I always disliked it, you know? I mean, why do that? Rip your hair if you want to, and let the poor flowers live and be beautiful.
So I had began writing this to portray how the flower supposedly hated the protagonist.
But then things seemed to evolve in a different way… and the flower became a sort of "voluntary victim", as you can read.
I hope you liked it, and thanks for reading.