honey truth

~raekua i will not pour honey on my truth for my story to run smoothly down your throat take your seat in the audience get comfortable allow my pages to write themselves step aside as the quartet readies their strings to play settle in as the conductor prepares to perform the one melody her heart knows how my story is not yours to tell you can fold me over and into myself press me down like dough knead me till my bones collapse and I am putty on the floor throw me into the air only to drop me down, the way you do so well pick my limp body up and do it again do it all to me and when you think you’ve done enough do it again your hurt will never be enough to break me i promise you i will get up and love myself so fiercely that i drive the doubts swimming in my mind underwater leave them to sink never to breach the surface of my confidence again ~raekua

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