It’s Not You
With the brightest smiles
and feined sincerity
that serves you so well
As the bee flits
from candied purple
to butterfly blue
You’re on your way
keeping all that honey
as stored ammunition
It’s Me
The facade crumbled
the honey on my lips
enlightened by my taste
Poison to my senses
the comfort of your nest
no longer warms
I’m on my way
I’ll make space
for the next fool you find
Shared with dVerse – MTB: New and Old in a Palinode and walking away from a friendship.
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Phew! that hits hard – honey as ammunition – great metaphor of realization
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Thanks Laura 🙏
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I can see the pretence behind that honey…. sickening really
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Yeah and when I wrote ‘it’s me’ I really meant ‘it’s you’ but I’m trying to be nice!
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