Tears in the Trash Can

It slides out of the beautiful green orb, shimmering with more held there
Glides down her beautiful cheek, down the curves of a masterpiece
Then, as all tears do, falls the final drop
Down into oblivion, down into the mess of nothing below her,
They never know she cries, she’s made sure of it, they don’t deserve to know
They haven’t done anything wrong, not really
It’s her, she’s the defected one, always has been, always will be
Her shoulders do not shake, her breathing is not disturbed
Just a silent cry meant only for herself, no one else, no one needed to know
She covers a hand over her face, hiding the tears from the world,
But no one else is here; there is no need to hide here, so the hand is brought down
Silent tears stream down, not stopping but falling in the trash below her
After all that’s where they belonged, they meant nothing
They flow downwards, never ending and that was fine with her
They were fine here; they would fall in the trash can in front of her
Serving as a constant reminder, tears were nothing more than a trashed memory.