And not honey Marly Greene, '25 I don't want to be words Rolling of your tongue Some spitting image of a person I vowed not to be Clashing against your teeth Gnawing at the pain we both endured from Each other I want to be a story Told between light coffee dates And early brunch mornings With windswept hair Too soft to be seen By people But you see right through me And watched as I dissolve As the words get swallowed By lies and tea mixed with lemon And not honey