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Your Love

November 24, 2020
By RainyDaze GOLD, Oswego, Illinois
RainyDaze GOLD, Oswego, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
A recent change is better than no change at all


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


The author's comments:

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.


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