I often wonder if the honey on your lips still affects my head.
Our memories intertwined, once sugary, golden orange and sticky sweet..molded in rage and malice, old and bitter.
Oil and water. We do not taste good together, honey and rose can only go so far. Molding my flavor until it matched yours but my thorns were sharper than you remembered.
Lust and greed, such a dangerous combination, and I..my dear. Do not wish to taste the honey the melted off your lips.
You and her are perfect together, your lies. making the perfect taste, flavors combine and suddenly your lies make more sense.
We do not. Did not. Will not make sense.
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Words Best Left Unsaid
PoetryLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
