you're toxic. not like arsenic,
you're not that basic.
you're my malachite.
i'd use you in the same ways
to pretty myself up,
but when i break you down
for your finer bits-
something more digestible
and easier to percieve-
that's when you finally
enter my lungs.
and i've never blown you
any of my kisses made up of
diamonds
because you taint and take
the air out of my lungs.
you used to be mined for your
copper but cast aside
for something easier.
and i keep you in my rings
(please oh please give me one already)
not because of your previous value,
but from what i see
in you now.
i've weighed out the effects
and your beauty is more beneficial
than any toxicity you harbor.
you are delicate malachite and
improper care can bring about decay.
no one cared enough to look at your instructions,
so why bother keeping them?
i'd forge what remanence you had
left of how to foster you and allow
you to shine.
(like how i forged you in the first place.)
and i'd wear your beauty with pride.
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