Jewels

A vicious cycle it is,

Being broken

And breaking so many more.

I know their pain

And I don’t care.

You are the Graff pink,

While they are simple emeralds.

They’ll live

And find someone, someday,

Who will love green.

As for me,

I can only have you,

And I’ll throw infinite emeralds into the mud

Just to hold you,

If only for a moment longer.