grab me by the neck
**** your confessional poem
don't write into me

how sad can you be?
can't you tell i'm here too?
speak to me in bed

drip raw honey down
sweetbitterbitemarks from you
i do want the scars

we're not having ***
wild flowers on my spine
pretend. to. be. free.

maybe this is growth
i drink from my own cupped hand
shower in pink wine

not your basic *****
no more honey in my tea
i'm a gold girl, now.