sweet— that is what i think of you
your sweet kisses, sugar filled and caramel dripping
you're the one for me, i'm sure of it
surely you cannot hurt me— right?
you promise you will never cut open the scars others have left, but how do i know you're telling me the truth?
who am i to determine it, for i am not apollo
i do not hold gifts of prophecy, nor truthful fault
i am simply one who trusts another
trusts them with the knowledge of my own faults
your honey words fill me to my core,, but i pray my soul doesn't rot from the sweetness you bring
even if i did rot in my bones, i would not mind
for you are the reason
i will never mind you
you are a gift, making up for what i lack
this is why, sweet is what i think of you
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrythis was either written as a joke or friends of mine came up with it when we were fucked up and sleep deprived.
