you cannot find only sweet sugar in me.
I am filled with golden honey and bitter cinnamon.
you cannot look for only the good in me without embracing the bad.
if you can't accept the honey and cinnamon that courses through my fragile skin,
you don't deserve to witness
the galaxies in my eyes or
the hurricane in my mind.
YOU ARE READING
homesick - poetry
Poetryhomesick: (adj.) sad or depressed from a longing for home or family while away from them for a long time.
