My love is wasted like gemstones in the dust, walked over by an oblivious shoe. It takes many suffering years and layers of mountains to squeeze carbon into a precious stone. Now that I'm polished and hard like a diamond, he doesn't get to kick me back into the dirt.
Men like him don't love women like me. They don't love. Period.
But he made me. He'll live with me. Because diamonds are forever.
