not your kind

they were not the spectra of colors
that would go well with the hues of my eyes
but they seemed to be reflected off the mirror
hanging on one of your heart’s walls

I wanted so much to be a part
of the beautiful mosaic you were creating
and although you had not the need
for the shades I brought to the table
you took them in
with a smile

until one night, when a woman in an emerald cloak
quietly told you I did not belong
to your palette


written for mayfalls 21/31, “emerald night”
mayfalls is a Twitter poetry challenge hosted by @breath_words and @a_sea_of_words

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