𝒉 𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒚

You are like honey in milk.

I think it's healthy,

yet just as harmful as that cube of sugar.

I see you as a drug,

you pull me around like an addict.

You dance invitingly

and

I shake my head.

I'm not asking for more of that.

My willpower

and

inner self raging for freedom is now

finally triumphing

over my thirst.

I don't need honey without it.

I can live without you,

you cruel drug.

I say this after my bittersweet nights

when the sun's rays open my eyes

for the first time in my life.