10/9/20
he loves me like assiduous honey. his eyes resemble it when i look closely. his sticky fingers hold my face. it drips heavily from my lips after he kisses me. he fills my body with it until i am just as sweet as he is.
he wants me to grow to love the viscous syrup. he wants me to grow to love him.
it's a shame i never will.
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