Every cloud has a silver lining, I’m told
On my 18th birthday
my mother gave me delicate silver heart
on a delicate silver chain
She knew that girls like me
never get to wear gold
My body is too pale to tolerate the color of the sun
My skin a transparent shell so thin
I could just as well have worn my own heart on top of my ribs
One night
I sang until my voice bled
cradled his ears in my melodies
’til he rested on my chest
right next to my mother’s memory
When he woke up between my sheets
like all those who came before
he told me we
could never be
We come from different worlds
and though he loved the siren song of my silver tongue
no one bathes in silver rays and he
needed the sun
Silver will rust
if it’s never rubbed
turns black
if it breathes nothing but tears
and you leave it
untouched
Every cloud has a silver lining, I’m told
I’m so tired of never qualifying for gold