Bottle of Pain

If I could, I would 

Collect my tears

Shed over all those years

Over you

Infuse them with the fumes of my crushed spirit

Adding the bloody nectar from my broken heart.

I would put  them all in a beautiful bottle

Adorned with elegantly scripted lies 

Only your deceitful eyes can  decipher 

That even fierce rays from the sun 

Could not penetrate and betray

The salty bitterness of this toxic brew.

Surreptitiously delivered to you

No sender, No return address 

Labeled only as “Pain, yours and mine” 

Penned by the hand

That you first nervously held 

On the way to my heart

Would you open the bottle, 

Curious about its cryptic contents

Recklessly trying a drop 

To discover what Despair tastes like? 

Would you savor a drop of Betrayal 

     followed by another and another? 

Until you know exactly who from among those

Whose  hearts and spirits you crushed

Would distill such a vengeful potion? 

I can see your hands trembling 

From the uncertainty of unlocking

All the years of Silence simmering there

And your fingers smarting 

From the burning kiss that sealed the secrets there.

Only when you have consumed all but one drop

Will you taste the sweetness of Forgiveness 

Allowing even the light from the Moon that was you

To shine through,

Shattering, disintegrating the many Stars

Who shared in my bottle of Pain.