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Your Love
Your Love
Beauty drips like poisoned honey
Sugar sweet lovemaking me sick
Sticking my lips together
Our lips together
Sealed forever
Til I die
Keep it deep down til I die
Candy canes sucked on till they have a point
What’s the point
I’m getting stabbed either way
Watch me trip on my own blade
Otherwise, I’m sure I’ll see one in my back
Which you made bare because it’s easier to stab
But blood dripping down my lips
Not my spine
Cuz you told me to bite my tongue a few too many times
I’ll keep biting, I’ll make it fall off
The mobs got words so sharp they’ll cut
And I don’t want them directed at me
Or you
No matter how many times you sting
My hands won’t swat you away
Trust me I know it’s crazy
You drove me to insanity
Filling my brain with chaos
Hansel and Gretel
You lure me in, fatten me up
Then break me down
Much more fun to watch me fall from high off the ground
Keeping your arms full of sugar while you fill my eyes with spice
What happened to everything nice?
Racing under bridges do hear our echos
Now I’m racing to pull you out before you head into the street
Used to hand me your jacket when it was cold
Now I’m taking it off you to make sure your wrists are still whole
But when you’re angry
You make sure I’m broken up into pieces
Then you grab some glue and put me back together
Melding pieces, a mishmash patchwork
Enough to make me seem to like me
Though we both know I’ve been rebuilt so many times
That you’re starting to lose pieces
But I love the times you fix me up
Soothing words flowing from lips that have hurt me
Feather touches over scars you made there
But I love it because it’s better than the loud times
The banging times
The grabbing times
The slashing times
Love me sweet as a bitter apple
Bite into poison and I’m sleeping
The nightmares are from you, of you
But I don’t wake up from one of them
Because it is you
You are one
And I can’t escape you
I don’t know-how
I grew up worrying about monsters under my bed
Not no monsters in it
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This entire poem stemmed from the concept of "poisoned honey," an image I couldn't get out of my head. I ended up writing about an abusive relationship I was in last year, which fits pretty well with the honey and sweets theme.