I saw you for what you were a while ago: a carefully manufactured treasure. A crudely built structure for which no man (or woman) could turn away from. An unnatural beauty.
This isn’t how you presented yourself, no. You presented yourself as a Monarch, an Empress, a Viscount.
Truthfully, you are nothing more than a mere afterthought. A Pyrrhic Victory. Fool’s Gold.
An enchantress who believes her worth is tantamount to her cost. You are not. You are a brown diamond; a jewel that costs everything, but is worth nothing.
You are a Kleenex. Something I use to blow my nose (or other things) into and dispose of.
And the greatest part about you is that when I pulled you from the box, there was another one waiting for me.
499 other ones.
So I threw you away without a second thought.
Recyclable. Biodegradable. Disposable.