You dip your spoon into the jar of honey and lick the spoon clean. The thing is; you hate honey, it's far too thick and sweet and clings to your tongue and the roof of your mouth. You hate honey, but you hope that it'll balance out some of the bitterness of the words, lodged in your throat. Those are the words you'll never say, the thoughts caged in by your teeth, that your mind screams, to set free.
But, those are the words you can never say, they're the same ones that he said and you don't want break anyone else in the same way.
