My mother was as sweet as honey
The honey I put in my tea
wasn't as sweet as her personality
Her eyes were a dark hazel
Their hues were beautifully tangled
Her lips pecked my forehead and cheek
Every day of the week
She hugged me
When my emotions were cold
And when they turned into sharp icicles
She treated my wounds
And kissed my booboos
But as I grew
She changed in haste
It first started with a melting gaze
Then with the unnecessary disappointment
surrounding me
And her kisses were scarce
Her eyes turned a dull brown
And my tea
was no longer sweet
It was bitter
And the honey was old
I molded into fragile glass
And she only saw me as strong brass
Ready to be pawned
Like I was gold
Like I was her way out
Like I was nothing
By the time I reached my limit
My epiphany
The thing that ultimately killed me
The sensation of death and burdening life
Is what my mother smashed onto me
And I broke
And she shattered her own heart
By her selfishness
her greed
has led her
to put glass and honey
into my tea
leaving my heart to bleed
And for her to realize
And weep
at what she has done to me
