h o n e y
one day,
you'll come to my room
you'll come to my room
where I'm creating chaos
out of my hands by blending colours
that remind me of you
and say,
"this not right"
"this not right"
I won't say a word then
for I know rage can create ashes,
even of things we love.
* * *
honey,
one day,
you'll bring a knife to my room
you'll bring a knife to my room
as soon as you see me
comb my freshly trimmed ringlets,
and say,
"take this to cut your hair."
"take this to cut your hair."
I won't do a thing then
for I know what a knife is merely used for.
* * *
and one day,
you'll try to pretend
you'll try to pretend
like you're leaving me behind
taking all the over-sized shirts we shared
in your suitcase and not waving me goodbye.
and you must have mistaken I'd call your name,
when you looked back at me.
but I'll do nothing again
for I'm too busy sipping my morning tea,
when you looked back at me.
but I'll do nothing again
for I'm too busy sipping my morning tea,
thinking,
how can you enter my space and
tell me to distort it?
even when I know it's alright.
it's alright,
for I have been living this way
my whole life.
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and honey,
you are too sweet for me anyway.
inspired by "honey"s who are always after some people & constantly tell them how things should be.
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here's my art & stuff account: All My Art
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and honey,
you are too sweet for me anyway.
inspired by "honey"s who are always after some people & constantly tell them how things should be.
________________________________________________
here's my art & stuff account: All My Art
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