Coal.

She acted like such a cut diamond.

She scraped away the rough. My rough

Did it need removal? 

Did she not feel good enough as my Rock

That she had to turn into 

 just

       another

                   cut diamond?

One in a million -those shining, artificial gems.

You once dazzled me with no flawless faces

Just like dusty coal.

Do not cut away my rough that I love.