Insatiable

Glamour on the outside. Hard as truth underneath. A pearl at my throat, a diamond in my heart. I shine for no one but me.

Life slips.

People leave.

Promises break.

But a diamond always stays.

Cool against my collarbone,

light catching fire at my fingertips,

she reminds me:

you are here.

I collect them like memories I refuse to forget:

Round for perfection.

Princess for purity.

Radiant for boldness.

Emerald for luxury.

Cushion for comfort.

Baguette for sharp days.

Heart, for the rare softness in me.

White gold, always. 14K or 18K.

Preferably Italian—from Vicenza or Arezzo.

I know the 4 C’s like I know my body:

Cut. Color. Clarity. Carat.

And still, I am insatiable.

They’re born from relentless pressure,

like charcoal transformed into brilliance.

Just as I have been forged in intense heat.

And inside lies imperfections.

Little fractures of history.

Inclusions that don’t lessen their worth.

They make each one mine.

Diamonds are my ritual.

A breath of permanence.

In a life of shifting sands,

she is my crystal compass.

I wear them only for myself.

Because even if I lose everything,

I am still a diamond—

shining like no other.