Wow. I am impressed. You used a word that I had no idea what it was - and that doesn't happen very often. What is postiche?

An absolutely stunning poem. A rapture of images and stretches of language & thought. I offer some minor editorial comments for your consideration. m
I wanted to paint the smiles
onto people’s faces—
pseudo perfection that brings
a postiche of tears.
Instead stars fell last night
into the lake,
I scooped them out—
Scattered them onto the sidewalk
still burning,
to make life more inspiring.
Instead, feet were scathed
and peeling—
And tears that fell from my eyes
Actually hurt.