sunflower [ poetry/ proses/ quotes]

➸ as poison as dulcet honey

His mouth is full of honey-soaked words.
They soothe the itch in your throat that longs for the love you read about in books.
You are wrapped around his finger
and hold on to him
as tightly as a child holds his kite in strong winds.
At one point, you look down and see that the strings
that bind you to him
are digging too far into your skin, leaving burns and cutting off oxygen to your fingers.
You tell him he is turning your fingers purple,
but he does not hear you.
Your voice floats by him in the strong winds.
Then you remember:
your life is not a finished book yet,
and
you can rewrite it as often as you want.
So you let go of the string.

"I ONCE WAS A POISONED IVY BUT NOW I AM DAISY" - Taylor Swift