I was honey
Not an entitled nickname
But because you said my face reminded you of its raw taste
Thick drips into tea
Of which you regulate like water
For you
I became sticky
Pink walls painted white
I am pure
To your fantasy
In which you control
Commenting on my curvaceous attributes and nothing else
And to the reason of which I am loved,
My body became your fruit
Forced juices carbonating behind shivered skin
You found a leak
And with no intentions to patchwork
You persisted to explore what was forbidden
Chilled Fingers cutting through imperfections
Raising your desire
To which you would take a bite
And you said I was sweet
Like Orange Sorbet
Yet
Dowsed in cooled salt
And like kindred beings
You played with your fruit
Using graveled fingers to widen crevices
Filling them with whitened seeds
You told me it was something about the way a colored girl smiles
The way her naturally ombre lips separates when she speaks
The way her sun-kissed skin illuminates behind every creviced laugh line
The way her pearly whites express everything beyond beauty
You said we were like roses
Often glorified
But more or less overlooked
Picking off petals like you’ve stripped skin
Revealing a bud stained with reddish tints
Similar to the ones in which you’ve buried in whitened seeds
And so you treated me like a rose
The one you always watered
Yet never exposed to sunlight
And with prayers to GOD to ask for your separation
You continued to bite
A repetitive repetized repetition
Warmth from rancid drips
Protected by ribbed shards
You sank deeper
And as you sank
I lay lifeless
Wondering
How many stars would I have to pass to get to the gates of heaven
How many cars would have to be on the road for Johnny to never come across
How many bullets would have to pass in a 4-player game of Russian Roulette with a .17 pistol
And with trying to reclaim consistency
I became accustomed to discomfort
Because while you were addicted to my fruit
I was addicted to being your addiction
And with masochistic intentions,
I never said stop
Because you called me beautiful
You said my lips
With intentions like venus
Trapping you like flies
Every time you said you needed a bite
And with sharp teeth in the dullest soul
I became your chew toy
But you called me beautiful
You said my skin
Reflective of the finest hershey intrigued your taste buds
Salivating at the mention of my name
You begged for a taste
And like anything sweeter than sugar
I was your natural honey
And for me?
You were like a box of chocolates
A delicacy for short period of time
A slice you fathom over the last bite
The last sip of colder cup of colored kool aid
Simply put:
You were sweet
And I was honey
