Queen Of Refuse Poem by Brian Hinckley

With eyes like diamonds and hips like a knife's edge,
your body was made to cut through me.
Your mind is a gem and your voice is gold,
you have gone beyond precious.

You stand up on your pedestal and watch us scurry below,
those priceless eyes unwavering and uncaring.
You shout out commands as a general would to his troops,
your golden voice taking a razors edge.

What once drew me to you now forces me back,
stripping away all pretenses of who I thought you were.
Behind those gems and priceless metals,
you are something much cheaper.

The voice that once was golden rings with brass;
the eyes of diamonds were merely glass.
Your body which once could cut me down is dulled;
your mind only a worthless pebble.

You're now cheap as glass,
but not nearly as useful.
You could have been something great,
but now you're only trash.