2023-2024, Poem, Writing

And not honey

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