Honey

i. you told me to

lay down my burdens,

but this tender rib cage

just won’t open.

i can’t bear to be vulnerable

with you, you bewilder me,

terrify me.

my aching soul yearns to

let you in.

i can’t get peace.

my resolve cracks slowly

like an icicle in early spring.

my crystalline bones shiver

with your touch.

i have a propensity for freezing up.

ii. they say you catch more

flies with honey,

but my words are all vinegar.

you,

with your eyes like broken Christmas

lights,

devour me whole.

i want your attention,

i crave your affection.

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