Zirconia

He had just left me; broke my heart amongst other things.
Vulnerable and a fool, I thought I’d lost my king.
Then came a knight, armed for battle; his sword took a swing.
He vowed to protect me, and placed my heart in a sling.

I was instantly enamored, to him, I would cling.
A passionate love affair; unaware it’s a fling.
I saw forever with him; now I had the real thing.
In we rode, on our horse of mania, growing wings.

I wanted his commitment, in the shape of a ring.
He shared in my delusions, adrenaline rising.
Then, soon after, he asked my dad and we were thriving.
Well, after some time, our illusion started dying.

I realized I didn’t belong, but I was trying.
My knight turned into a commoner, and was lying.
I locked myself in my castle, and dreamt of flying.
Self medicated sorrow had my mind unwinding.

Doubt, regret, and paranoia altered my timing.
Where did my knight go? Was he lost? Could he find me?
My words meant nothing; I may as well have been miming.
His love would later turn to lust, and it felt grimy.

I felt embarrassed, yet compelled to leave. God, why me?
His actions were inexcusable, and set me free.
Like Rapunzel, I craved a new opportunity.
I know I did wrong too, but we burned in unity.

Something once beautiful, tarnished for you, and for me.
My finger should have bore cubic zirconia bling.