If you don’t let them fall, How will you gather your tears? 
If you don’t howl in pain, 

How will you find relief? 
If you don’t find comfort at your wife’s collar, 

How will you flirt at her waist? 
Diamonds are never made love to my friend. 

Hard. Cool. Unfeeling. 

They lie upon a nape, all day, perhaps even, all night, but are never made love to. 
Humans. 

Failing. 

Soft. 

Crying. 

Angry. 

Emotional. 

Fucked up. 
Are. 

Loved. 

More. 

Than diamonds. 
So. 

Cry. 

Howl. 

Grieve. 
Let your body be alive. 
X

K