the warmth of the sun on my hair. it's 80 degrees but i'm bundled up in your sweater, the shade of a big evergreen. i remember when we first met i thought let's make something sweet out of this.
when your mouth opens,
i savor every word.
you speak in hushed tones
and nectar drips from your lips,
spilling onto my hips...
you take your time.
i'm sighing, staring
at the beauty of the sky.
you said i was your little flower,
well you were my honeybee.
made me feel as though
we were inseperable
that we were
meant to be.
but love,
you've left a sour taste in my mouth.
you filled me with insecurities i never even knew i had. i'm always questioning your feelings, the way you treat me. what was the reason? am i too overbearing? the way i pour my whole heart
out to you? why can't you talk about
your feelings? do you only love me
'cause you're lonely?
