Heart Mission

I was treated like gold,
platinum even,
and then abandoned for
a bottle with a ship
in it.
I touched a tear
that fell for my beauty.
Someone tried to
argue the sunshine
out of me,
then kissed me
on the cheek for it.
This assignment
I was handed
was tender, sweet,
and saddening.
The ship in that
bottle doesn't sail
very far.
If I could make this
all make sense
I would, but it doesn't
make sense
to me.