my face
twists and writhes
like saltwater taffy.
there is nothing
as bitter as
your acidic splinters.
but your heart
pours the honey
of a broken hive.
and i think for a moment,
that you might be
as sweet as they say.
–
i can’t get the taste of you
out of my mouth.
i actually really like lemons. but most people don’t so i conformed for imagery-sake. i want you to draw your own conclusions, and your own meaning, but i wrote this because i’m confused. This poem is kind of an “Ode to Mixed Signals”… ima copyright that- i like that too much. people have been kinda hot and cold to me lately, and i needed a way to express the weird uncomfort i feel. the photo is of my girlfriend, Kaitlyn Guesner, four years ago when we met. she’s not the one being hot/cold to me haha she just has pretty golden hair which matches the aesthetic of the poem. hope you enjoyed. love.