When I told you about my addiction
You did not run scared like I thought you might
Instead you breathed a heavy sigh of deep sadness,
It seems you blame an external source for my self mutilation
Your lips landed like butterflies on my skin,
Stomach soft like petals
You call me your nectar,
Your Queen,
Oh, Sugar
You don't say how you feel,
But I can see it in your watercolor eyes
I see how they soften when I speak about these things,
You can't stand to see me hurt
I told you that I loved you,
You said you loved me too
It was so quiet,
A whisper,
It seems I've loosened your noose.
