it is 3am.
sleep never comes easy at these hours.
but what does come easy is
milk
and honey.
the warmth filling my stomach,
lulling my eyes closed,
although sleep won't come for hours more,
but it calms me.
just enough to take away the emptiness in my gut
and my heart
and my soul.
the silence is filled with warmth and sweetness,
and it reminds me of you.
the most beautiful person,
my muse,
my favorite thing.
your smell is like milk and honey,
warm,
comforting,
sweet and soft and lovely.
it's like a plush blanket that wraps around me,
whispering sweet nothings,
telling me that everything is going to be okay.
i miss your scent, but i know you are always there,
so it's okay if we don't see each other for long periods of time,
because even if your presence isn't near,
your scent lingers,
as does your love,
and the echoes of your laugh,
and i can feel you with me.
i love you in day and nighttime,
your sweetness and softness comfort me,
just like milk and honey.
YOU ARE READING
everything changes (but we all stay the same)
Poetryif my life could be replayed, if i could share my struggles over the course of time, if i could create such a thing, an endless recording of my life; it would be over hours and hours of overthinking. - (trigger warning for frequent, graphic descr...
