The metal on my fingers

I have grown tired, my love
Of seeing these faded pieces
Their oxidized state lies broken
On my finger
In an attempt to convey possession.

Have you forgotten?
Our stained heartbreak
Our tainted reverie
Our everything.

The metal lies
In hope of repossession
Please yearn for my adoration once more
I can no longer see what lies ahead
You will not follow me.

I shall journey alone
Into the pure sunlight and the sand
Holds poor companionship.
Please pull the small of the back into your hipbones
And I shall use my very essence to breathe your name.

I can feel your ragged brown hair wavering
But the vision stands blurred.
Will I bear the baggage of your rejection?
Or shall I hold dearly onto your determination?