If diamonds are one in a million,
then you must be the one
who hides the eyes of hurt
and tears of sorrow.

If crystals are used for beauty,
then you must be the one
who injects it into your veins
to stop the pain of tomorrow.

If pearls were to be a necklace,
then yours must look like
charred rope that wraps around
your neck in the middle of the night.

When all of the guilt,
And all of the shame,

When all of the hurt,
And all of the pain,

Undulates through your body
like the harshest of oceans
in the middle of a hurricane.

Like the vortex of a tornado
that swallows houses and families,
that destroys the earth's being.

You will see me.
And I will smile.
Because no matter how hurt I am,
I will always forgive you.

Even if you don't say sorry.