Who Do You Look Like

Write something happy. Okay I'll barter that for not biting my nails. But, I'm already down to the quicks, and you would never believe me anyway, because we keep our lovers the closest of all. Until we let go. And some brave souls never do. Are they, the better half of us, those that go on loving even after they've forgotten, what the face? Time is a friend that way, but it doesn't know "wait". Isn't it odd the things that stick with us? Probably heard it in a song once and related.
So now it's on a loop, all except for the shiny new ones;
silver mixed with lots of rust, spinning happily by.