Honey
When I talk about you, compliments gush out of my mouth.
they pour like a bottle of honey
now my bottle is almost empty
you squeeze and squeeze until only drops are left
and even then you hit the bottle, wanting more
you long for more honey but there is never enough
so you buy another bottle.
you long for nectar like a hummingbird
you envy them, for they can fly backwards and you cant
so you hit and hit the bottle, wanting more
but the bottle has gone dry
and so has my heart.
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