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The Honey That Burns

The Honey That Burns

You are thick like honey that slowly wraps around me and melts me into thought,
You are the flower I worshipped without measure, without a single word I caught,
But these verses I read in a hurry and crushed them inside my palm,
Who wants them now... I ask myself tonight... cold... and full of calm.

The parade of my pride I wouldn't trade for anything or anyone under the sun,
Let someone else watch your waterfall of stars and praises with patience... let it run,
I have chosen my silence tall as a mountain stripped of snow,
And I stand and watch life pass by... without asking me... without a hello.

I am scared and I find it strange what's happening to me and I don't understand,
My soul has been covered over with weeds and still I can't untie its band,
Love won't leave me even though I've chased it away with both my hands,
It stays down there... quiet... like water under a stone... cold... where it stands.

How do I learn to know... how do I learn to believe the universe hears me out,
How do I stop lying to myself... in this long and blind and heavy bout,
My inhale and exhale are an empty glass stretched toward a stranger's table and its spread,
Maybe I can fill it... maybe I can drink... maybe I can fade... in my own light instead.

Life passes me by like a train in the night that never stops to stay,
I call out after it... wait... I want to remember you... to know your face someday,
But it keeps running with its smoke of dreams and embers burning far,
And I stay on the platform... with the empty glass... and the honey... and the scar.

You wrap around me still today thick and sweet from the weight of memories we keep,
Your flower has wilted inside me somewhere among the weeds growing deep,
And my pride burns alone like a candle forgotten in a room with no one there,
Love refuses to leave... it stays... like honey... sweet... and bitter... and a bruise beyond repair.
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Kendrick Avatar
February 27, 2026 at 4:55 PM
Sad one about love gone wrong can hurt and sometimes destroy a person. Sara K
Enache Avatar
April 12, 2026 at 12:01 AM
Thank you so much!
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