Not Rose Gold Anymore

The ring is peaceful as I stare at it with watchful eyes
The small band is adorned with a cloud shaped circle
with messy lines through it, and a short trail of gems to the side.
Rose gold colour peels off the band like the petals of a flower
leaving a black taint.
My ring was perfect at first, and then slowly
lost its charm, like a girl whose heart
is breaking more every second.
I, myself, feel my heart breaking
over the decomposition of such a perfect ring.
My mind wills it to gain back its colour
and pristine quality, my heart cheering in reply.
But it mocks me as it stands there,
falling to rock bottom.
However, I suppose that my anger at its ruin
is almost like bullying someone
who can’t do any better.
Maybe the peeling colour
and the simple but royal structure
is what makes it perfect.
Maybe I should love the ring more
because it is still intact. Just not the same.
Maybe I should love it because it is
a representation of me. Falling to pieces.