Rusted an recyled. This is how a friendship works.

The dosolving shine
from the white gold ring
slowly becoming an ugly,
worthless piece of metal.
Wrapped aroundmy finger,
refusing to budge,
it is causing me so much pain.
Clung with memories and a pathetic past,
holding me back
from moving on.
I wish i could leave you here,
run away with the jewels that have shine and luster.
That seems to be what we've lost,
and although it sounds bad,
It's best for the both of us.
So collect them worthless jewels,
plastic, metal and plain fake string,
'cause i have the real diomand that you crave,
the crystal stone,
put in place.
Clung not by glue and hope,
but by pure honest love.