sometime you’ll see,

sometime when you’re not

beating the wickedness out of

me. you’ll see the briars and

know truth in its cradle.



honeybee, why are you so sweet?

how can I see you sometime?

you’re tantalizing like pure

sugar on the roof of my

mouth. you excite me. I’m

thinking of leaving all this

bullshit behind. I’m thinking

you might present a

better way to go in life.



and I have my doubts

in disarray. I

perseverate about the

hard conversations. I

remember and I think

about my persuasions.

I think about ciel and

the way things went

with her of recent.

I think about on-again

off-again relations.

I think of these things

like a great inhalation

with no release.

I think of these things

ahead of time. I

preempt.



honeybee,

why are you so sweet?

you have me wanting

like a dog caged in

misery. I fear hurting

and keeping hidden.

I fear these things,

my brain is

overworked with it.

really I want,

I think about you often,

I get scared when I

reach out, like it’ll

be too little.

I get scared when I think

about my past,

like it’ll be too much.

but really I just think

you’re pretty,

and you’re so soft,

and I want to kiss

your face a thousand

times.



honeybee, how are

you so sweet?

what do you see inside?

don’t you have

darkness there?

I want to see you

in all of your

shaking glory, like

droplets in the

rainforest. I want

to complete.

I want to feel as

you feel and share

the burden. I want

to see you experience

fully. I want to

be with you.

you’re just so cute,

so lovable,

I want to love you.





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