a nectar much like a starless night
sits cold in its cup before me
sickening sweet and poisonous
reminiscent of siren songs
and lost men dwelling at sea
a drink my mind brewed from
moonlight melancholy
& abysmal anxiety
it fooled itself into believing
I'm drinking milk with honey
as I press the cold porcelain
against my chapped lips
my heart shrinks with every sip
until it's too small to hold
these big feelings I've sealed in
- 30th November, 2020
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✧ Selenophile | Poetry
Poetry❝ the sun watches what I do but the moon knows all my secrets ❞ . . . ⎯ achievements: #1 in poetry - march 14th, 2022 #3 in the dead poets awards 2020 . . . ☆ completed on july 25th, 2021
