you had knocked on my door that evening
with nature wrapped in plastic
you in your gorgeous suit
with your gorgeous eyes
but not the eyes that were mine

you spoke the words that your heart could only shout
and the pour of admiration coming out of your gorgeous eyes
was too much for me to take

(in my mirror I saw a stick 
an odd shape, not one hint of sun;
in your mirror you saw heaven's gates
"a sun-kissed gift from god"
as you had said...
I guess we bought different mirrors.)

and then you slapped me with the three words that you could barely muster
but they were loud and true
"I love you."
and I cried and cried although my cheeks were dry
knowing that this person, this pile of garbage I called myself
was a needle in the hay for you
the gold amongst all other for you
your love. 

and as I choked out a "thank you"
I knew I had broken you
and the breaking sunk me deeper and deeper into this landfill called
"life"
and as I slowly closed the door and heard the flowers drop to the carpet
I knew that you'd be standing there
breaking
with your gorgeous suit
staring at the door that now ruins you
with your gorgeous eyes
for a very long time.