my honey tastes different [ bitter ] now whenever i
pour it on your plate.
betrays me when i speak.
you are unaware about
the broken pieces.
the love dripping from
my eyes isn't enough to
fill your heart.
my honey echoes through
my heartbeats, even after
all you couldn't hear it.
anyway—it betrays me
when i speak.
my love isn't enough for you.
so listen - flower kid, fear the day when the sunrise would
ride at the edge of the sky making melodies out of all
the love that ever left my lips
and i'll be gone before the
sunset would hit your eyes.
i'll leave you there - tangled
with the strings that attached
you with my heart and some memories to survive with.
a/n:
this poem sounds
like a threat of some kind.
it's not like that anymore.
YOU ARE READING
all my stars
Poetryvery old pieces i wrote/ some make sense/ some don't/ some i hate/ and some i feel rather attached to/ either way/ they needed a place to rest. this is a collection of whatever it was or maybe continue to be. © starnished 2020
