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honeymaecreations · 3 months
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God forbid you ever win
And I die from your misery
You won’t escape my revenge because
My headstone will stand and sing of your memory
I’m beautifully dead, a wonderland of white
Pure as snow, but not a leaf or blossom in sight
You pulled out my flowers and left behind your weeds
Now my garden’s forever tainted and I can’t seem to grieve
I tried ripping out your roots, but they’re buried too deep
You’ve ruined my soil and the land they called ‘me’
- honey mae
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honeymaecreations · 3 months
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I wonder
Sneaking down dirt paths
And
Driving in the rain
I wonder if you think of me the same
Do you curse the moon
maybe
Drink every fall
Or do you simply
Not think of me at all
I lie
To my friends and to God
But mostly
At night
When your ghost always calls
I lie awake in your memory
Because that’s all I am
A figment for you and your narcissism
It claws and strangles my body
How my worth’s in your hands
Caused I ripped out my heart and mailed it
But it came back unsent
You returned it, never opened
Just bleeding and dead.
- honey mae
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honeymaecreations · 3 months
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I remember the first time I felt it
That pain of being sliced by words and
The way she smiled after
Like it was nothing
Nothing at all
I wept in hopes she’d see the damage
That she had so casually caused
But she did it again
And again
And again
And again
Until my heart couldn’t bare the burden
Of loving my mother
Because she no longer loved me
I am not her child anymore
But a ghost of the youth she once held dear
I’m a reminder
Of all she lost
And all she can never be again
She is my creator yet biggest competitor
And as much as we both despise it
I am my mother’s daughter
- honey may
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honeymaecreations · 3 months
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My brother stayed with me
On that Friday night
He didn’t go to his game
Or answer his phone
He watched Barbie movies and
Made us unlimited pizza rolls
My brother stayed with me
On that quiet Saturday
He didn’t go to a party
Or hang out with his friends
He spent it playing on the porch
Spinning me around again and again and again
My brother stayed with me
On that Easter Sunday
He didn’t leave my side
Or make fun of me once
He made sure I was happy and
Had the fullest basket of eggs by lunch
I know now why my brother wasn’t there to pick me up
On that Monday afternoon
Because I remember the red water
And the way I climbed in with him too
I held his lifeless body because
I was too young to know
What the red in the water meant
And how it’d forever stain my clothes
- honey may
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honeymaecreations · 3 months
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