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"You're like diamonds," I say sleepily
"but before they're boring diamonds,
they're dirt and sunshine
and that's you."

"Honey," you say,
"I didn't cure cancer,
I'm your boyfriend."

The thought of you being diamonds
crosses my mind as you weep in front of me now

I wish I were hard as stone.

As the words you can't stop tumble out of your mouth
I start writing poetry in my head
which is awful
because for our ten months together
I haven't been able to write a poem about us
and now
it will be as though you never happened.

I write words down
to repeat to myself again and again
I tell myself bedtime tales of who I was
I speak my story to my own ears
But I never wrote down ours.

Now you're telling me that you aren't good enough for me
This coming from a person who says my name is so holy
in his mind that he stumbles over it every time he tries to say it out loud.
"K-k-k-katherine"
I think that's a song
Or I'll make it one
It's beautiful enough to be