An apology, of sorts

For years I lived on the outskirts
My friends got dates, boyfriends, girlfriends, and I watched,
I watched the hearts of gold - or more often,
Hearts of aluminum foil, 
Drowned 
In tacky paint

Some were obvious, though my friends wouldn’t see
Poorly covered
You could see the foil underneath

Some were better, carefully pieced together
They fooled me for years
But eventually, the foil showed

I got pulled into the middle, 
Dizzied and twirled, But you,
You were pure

You were gentle with me, as though I might break
Patient in all situations
Witty and sharp
Intelligent, talkative, captivating
Talented, bright

You were never mad with me.
You never treated me poorly.

We were tentative kisses
Sweaty hand holding
Nervous laughter

We were speechless
Drifting into the unknown

I have no doubt,
That after everything

You were platinum

Slipping

Through

My

Fingers

And I have to wonder -

Could you see the foil?

- Sincerely, a shattered heart