• Love: why betray me?
    What have I done to have you desert me?
    Don’t call me untrue, unfaithful
    For it is you who is the false and unfaithful to me.

    For I am as an artist:
    You let me find a diamond in the rough.
    I worked at it
    -Bit by tiring bit-
    Until it gleamed when I held it to the light.
    Then, Love, you let someone steal my treasure
    Someone else, claims it as their own-
    “Their find, their work” – taking away my credit.
    Then suddenly, the diamond is free again.
    But not to come back to me, no-
    But to another- even more dangerous than the first
    -A diamond breaker-
    Strong and cold, they take the diamonds,
    Play with them, and then break them into tiny pieces,
    Never to be remade.

    The diamond-
    It gives no thanks for being perfected
    This wonderful jewel-
    No words of praise for the artist
    Nor for their caring, loving touch
    As the diamond was shaped into the stunning jewel it is today.
    Just abandonment-
    The only feeling the artist has ever known
    From their works of mastery.
    Rejection-
    Of the utmost cruelty and pain.
    Never to mend- never to heal
    The scarred heart inside the artist.

    For I am as an artist-
    I smile to chase away the pain
    Of losing my most precious jewel.
    I laugh to hide the scars of my heart
    That have been left behind.
    But my pain is seen in my smile,
    And laughter makes the scars bleed again.