3:31 pm, Saturday, 25th November
Perhaps you appeared sweet –
sweet like honey you seemed
but you were anything but,
and it hurts that I fell in love with the honey that coated every gesture,
only to find out that as the rain of a new winter came,
the honey that coated your gestures dissolved away
into a nothingness, leaving a bitter venom in its wake.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poesíasilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
