Healing A Broken Heart The Diamond You Can't Have

So there was a time where I couldn't have something I wanted.
It was love. Someone I loved and wanted.
I treasured and valued them much.
So I called him my diamond.
It was like working at a jewelry store and seeing that diamond.
Everyday all I can see was the diamond.
I didn't know if it noticed me, probably it seen me but didn't value me.
Of Course I was not worth as much.
Just a slave in the store with much desire.
So it didn't value me much.
It didn't want me, it wanted someone rich.
I prayed one day it go away.
He went away.It went away.
Stolen, or bought I do not know, all I know is it was gone.
I cried, and didnt know whether I really wanted it gone.
I suffered before just to see and not have it.
But now it was better I guess that I didnt see it anymore.
I had hope that maybe another would come by and I can have.
I hoped I'd forget about that wretched diamond that made me suffer.
Because I couldn't have it. It didn't want me.
I hope someday it will crush.Hopefully someone will find the pieces and bring me the left over.
So I can give it to God and make it come back and give it to me full.