A diamond like find in a charcoal burdened field 
Was special
Such that it's zirconia yield 
Was forgotten, overlooked
        
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        What is love without acceptance
Wholly? 
What about it makes it's existence holy?
        
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        At the heed of your call from my lack of lust
You lost your head and ruined it for us
You gave up on me only after yourself
You broke my trust and our lasting health
        
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Hi! I'm 22 and I've written poems ever since I can remember I knew how, but in my adult life I use them to release the harder feelings of interpersonal relationships whether they be platonic or romantic. Poetry has always been an outlet for me and I've always wanted to have a good space to share so here I am!)
                    Love Zircon
                    
                    A diamond like find in a charcoal burdened field 
Was special
Such that it's zirconia yield 
Was forgotten, overlooked
Such that my lens was a shield
From a truth that I knew
But denied out of hope
And I slid to the bottom 
And I swung on the rope 
Because I couldn't let go, 
since I didn't know for sure
If the warning when we met 
was small enough to ignore
But I never did and was reminded
Day in and day out 
That loyalty is dead 
With small betrayals that sprayed out 
With a composition ever-changing
You consistently criticized, 
From day to night
With each new set of eyes
And I told you about it, 
So you lost your composure 
How dare someone as imperfect as me
Have the gall to make this exposure 
So now I sit reminded again, 
Keep your enemies far
And don't make them friends 
Or anything more than a passing glance 
If ever you let one in 
You take yourself to the lance 
And I'm lucky now that it's happened no later
And I'm lucky for my past, 
A staggering stance
But without it I would've died from a hidden love-hater 
And love which exists in every vocabulary 
Is overused and withered
Misunderstood, 
tributary 
To something unnamed, something that splintered  
From the freedom, and judge-less nature of the original fragment 
With the pure nature stopped, frozen, and wintered 
It's an unpinnable nature, 
and boundary-less attachment