What Happens When You Mix Words, Salt, and Diamonds

do you hear yourself? your words pour out, uncontrolled, like overflowing dams. no barricade you own is strong enough to block your words. if you even have barricades to block them. the things you say — do you regret them? you are like a drunk who does things without knowing the consequences, except you are without the excuse of alcohol. maybe you just don’t care about the effects of the sounds you make. i wish you were a drunk, so i could blame the poison in your blood, but i can only blame your mind, yours, nothing more. do you know what comes of it? behind doors, under sheets, wrapped in the warm comfort of blankets, there are tears. moistened pillows, dark circles beneath absent-minded eyes. you’re not meant to know or see — how could we show you that we’re so fragile, delicate. my skin is much like a flower petal: torn easily. my mind is much like fine china: beautiful and broken easily. weakness has nothing to do with it because my soul is much like a diamond, strong and brilliant, yet it is cut and shaped to appear perfect. not by me. by you. we wonder … why we were not okay before. what if … we thought we were? what if … you’re the only one who sees the fault in us? we wonder … how you like your diamonds. what if … you make a wrong cut, and we’re left ruined? what if … we already are? does salt defile diamonds? that would explain the erosion … i’m sorry, blame me. i bottle the tears to bathe my soul, using pain to clean myself almost makes it seem like i’m winning.