Diamondtribe

Diamonds were a beautiful, horrible thing,
somehow they fixed and broke everything at the same time,

why did they say they were my best friend,
they were not my best friend,
not anyone's,
for that matter

they only made things worse,
and worse,
and worse,
when they belonged to someone else,

and then when we got our hands on them,
there was blood,
and lots of it,

and then they belonged to no one,
and they were misplaced heirlooms,
draping the appendages of people who were ignorant of their worth
or their life story

just as most of us are,
wandering around life,
not asking about our days and how they were