my eyes were never ready for a fleeting sunset that shone into them with splendour and magic then drifted away into a far horizon leaving me with my sombre reflection the water looked so dark, inky and bleak and my hands after that were drenched in black ink i had slammed the pen so ******* this cursed journal i thought that maybe, everything in my head would collapse with it
you were pretty but it never stopped at that my name may have tasted like honey but you got sick of it you got sick of me you had a way with words that left me weak all the strength i had culminated through the years stood no chance like porcelain with intricate designs, fragile, timeless
now who will accompany me in the night to plant our memories in stars on the sky? or did you find another one to remind you of the taste of honey the taste of love the taste of promise
leave me now with the reality of frowns and uncertainty leave me with the dark inky waters of a night once spent accompanied one day i will lay your indifference to rest but for now let me throw it out to the horizon, to the sky, to the earth so it can swallow it to nothingness.