Titles are Overrated

Part 173

I am far from a diamond,

my love.

I am nothing more

than a rock,

chipped from the walls

of a fallen mountain,

wedged in the dirt trail

of a forest

you will get lost in.

The birds sing so loudly,

so sweetly

overhead.

You don't hear the whispers

of the trees keeping

you in.

The sun shines

on your face,

but I can tell you -

it only wants

to burn your skin.

You should've thought twice

before taking something

that wasn't yours.

you were never my rock, you were an earthquake that almost made me crumble.