That sweet taste of your liquid sunlight was no longer mine.It had gone bitter,your sweet liquid fire.
I was mad, hurt and I didn't even know why,You weren't mine, to begin with.I'll miss you, and that silk honey skin that greeted me.
As much as I wanted it to be,What I dreamed was no longer. But empty hopeful wishful thoughts,That I saw inside my head.
I pushed back what I saw, blinding them before me. Hoping what I knew, was not reality. But I grew to accept it. And I don't think I need to tell you because I think you can feel...
The change that happened between us I wish you were truthful.Know what I wanted in life, what I wanted with you...I don't know what you might have hoped for.
But I'm not going to change you, I was not going to change myself, for the sake of your pleasures.We are not met to be.
My sweet empty, honey...
- Written September 22, 2018
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Cassiie Etienne
28 years old. I have been writing for as long as I could remember. For some reason writing was the only way I could express myself when I was younger and it still is one of the best ways I express myself.
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