You

You told me

I was like

hot honey

poured

down your

throat, you

said my pain

had the power

to lock eyes

and you told

me I possessed

a sickly

sweetness.

And now as I

pour my hot

honey down the

throats of others

I’m amazed that

a sweetness

could have brewed

inside of me,

and even if it

is wrapped in

pain or is sickly,

 

it is mine.

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