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honey Oct 2017
sun girls:
they’re all bright eyes and warm hands, they’ll kiss you on the cheek. beautiful freckles. glowing skin, sunflowers and paintbrushes gripped tightly in their hand.

moon girls:
dark clothes and a eyes-closed kind of grin, beat up sneakers and an arizona iced tea, hair that shines, they sparkle even in the dark. soft kisses that taste like spearmint.

mercury girls:
smooth talkers, could convince you to do anything. big eyes and round lips, hair ******* or tucked behind their ear. late night walks and quiet conversations.

venus girls:
lipgloss and breathless laughing, soft hands and tummy. kissing their girlfriend randomly. a voice like honey. hypnotizingly lovely. muffled music and strawberry lemonade.

mars girls:
quick winks and subtle smirks. would **** for you. a love deeper than the ocean, strong shoulders and collar bones. ****** knuckles healing over and tight hugs.

neptune girls:
dreamy girls, hazy around the edges. tilting their heads to the side and sleeping soundly. delicate hands and cherry chapstick. hot cups of tea served with knowing eyes.

saturn girls:
sharpened pencils tucked behind their ear. serious eyes with a hint of laughter. tapping their toes and paying attention. books piled high with the pages well loved.

jupiter girls:
moving their hips and applying lipstick. a smile that electrifies you and lips that entrance you. has a hundred admirers but loves the one girl she can’t have. red lights and excitement.

pluto girls:
confidence that carries through the air. tastes like energy drinks and lightning. crooked smile messy hair. continuous movement with no time to talk. gesturing hands and shuffling papers.
honey Jun 2017
I sip my coffee and watch the people
They each have their own story to tell, their own past
Maybe they can’t remember theirs
Maybe they don’t want to anymore
Maybe they loved every second of it
Maybe they hated it
But they are here
They made it
Every choice they ever made led them here to this sip of coffee
To this conversation with a stranger
To this smile and this breath of air
It’s beautiful and complicated
But I am here
I made it
I sip my coffee
I watch the people
I smile
I am here
a poem about this morning, i sat in starbucks and people watched. i have bipolar disorder and lately things have been rough but today i grounded myself and simply existed. cherish the small moments my friends
honey Jun 2017
your hands hold mine gentle but firm
kisses softly placed on my neck
hushed whispers and silent smiles
i want to tell the world about you
but in this moment
i am content
with quiet love
my first happy poem!!!!!!!!!
honey May 2017
sorry you can’t handle me
at my worst or at my best
my words never mattered
cause his body was closer
and mine was too familiar

my touch is like honey
it’s forever dripping sweet
my words are like rose thorns
they make you cry, pain and beauty
your blood’s on my lips and i’m not sorry

i smile real big, show my teeth
my heart is dying and my lungs are straining
yeah, you’ll never stop hurting me
i’ll work my hardest like always
swear to god you’ll hurt like i do
about a relationship or two. it's a mix of your typical teenage heartbreak and a relationship from this year that was far more sinister and close to abusive. i suppose the first paragraph is about the former, the second about the latter. either way, i'll always remember both of them
honey May 2017
your hands are on me
you made me bad
disgusting, rotten and
wrong
you spoiled my innocence
my ability to trust
you erased my childhood with your
hands
all i can see is your hands
everywhere they shouldn’t be
they’re suffocating me and you’re
evil
you’re **** near evil
you’re just a memory
i hope you burn, bleed, drown
choke
this was the first thing i wrote about my childhood, which i only start to remember after my 8th birthday. i don't remember his face or who he was, only his hands.
honey May 2017
There’s serenity in the silence of the woods
It’s a quiet that covers you in reflection and calm
The smallest rustle, the most gentle breeze is amplified
There’s no sound to conceal you, to bury yourself in
There’s serenity in the silence of the woods
It’s a beauty born from ancient oaks and saplings
It’s a purity that could only come from the open sky
You could let your mind sleep while your feet carry on
There’s serenity in the silence of the woods
Remember where you walk, remember the path home
The trees leak divinity, but don’t tell them your name
Don’t leave yourself to the mercy of the forest
Because there’s serenity in the silence of the woods
But silence is not the only entity who watches you
honey May 2017
It’s near midnight and shadows traipse across my floor
Silence hangs heavy, disturbed only by the scratching of my pencil
I’m writing you a letter
Covered in, smothered by my confusion and pain
Every line feels like a stab to the stomach
You wouldn’t care anyway
Flick
The lighter is small and covered in a glossy, red resin
The warmth reaches my hand, comforting and calm
I’m lighting it on fire
Burning, smoking and finally, finally gone
The flames destroyed my words
You wouldn’t care anyway
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