On a perfect day
We rest on our elbows
And pick the best song
In each Beatles' Album
I drink iced coffee
You drink iced tea
We contemplate how happy
We make each other.

you said your heart was coal
and that empathy wasn't a skill you had mastered
but maybe with enough pressure
coal would turn into diamond

you were a diamond to begin with
nothing gets through you
you can sharpen knives against that heart
it could pierce through me
so easily

it's like my heart was made of warm butter.