Carbon

Carbon

As beautiful as the diamond she may be,

So too is her heart, 

A stone.

She sparkles,

Only reflecting the light that falls on her.
A stone can never be faithful.
Carbon can never be useful.
She is carbon.
Hardened by time,
The cutter has removed flaws,
Only to make her beautiful,
To be worn,
Not to be loved.
She is carbon.
She pollutes my soul with her love.
Choked, gasping hard am I,
When I breathe her.
And she, ever so slowly,
Creeps into me,
Blocking my arteries,
Putting my mind in spans of unknowingness,
In a vaccum,
In a bottomless pit,
Into the pitch black.