soon
i can’t help but cry
when you embrace me.
how i’ll miss you —
certainly, you’ll realize soon
i’m too bitter for your taste.
certainly, you’ll leave me soon
for a sweeter girl,
with a honeysuckle heart.
what am i doing?
loving you,
when i can feel myself
slipping away with each passing day.
how much longer, until you realize i’m not yours?
how much longer, until i am alone all over again?
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“Honeysuckle heart” is such pleasing turn of phrase
Your poem is heartbreaking and beautiful
has me thinking of the song lyric “after the laughter comes tears” — i love this.
Love how you use a beautiful image “honeysuckle heart” in a hard way.