Broken Charm
a charm that lost its shine
I want you, but not in that way.
I love you as a friend,
words whispered while your body invades mine.
You’re perfect, just not for me.
Any guy would be lucky,
yet you pass on that charm,
release it from the bracelet I gave you
and pray for another bidder.
You list it for sale,
keep it in your possession
until you see the wear and tear
from your own use.
The highest bidder wins.
Your good luck charm abandoned,
lost in the mail,
craving a new home,
printing a return label.
Toss the old charm aside.
Use it when needed.
Discard. Repeat.
Until the shine is gone.
Rusted. Destroyed.
