• you are made of honey
    because you did not make yourself
    and if you did, you would have done it with flesh
    or maybe even mud; you have no concept of your worth
    you are made of honey
    i smell you every day and i’m jealous of the past year
    when i’d find your sweet substance between my lips
    you are made of honey
    you were made in a comb then it fell to the ground and spilt you on a dirty floor
    where i lay with broken bones
    waiting for a drop of sweetness to make this comatose seem somewhat worth it