#boneandhoney

[boneandhoney]

old air

Slips into old habits

like I do shoes

stepping back into

old rooms

looking out the window at the

same views

looking out the window

at the same views

and realizing

i’m not homesick

i’m just scared

of new air

i called it home so I wouldn’t call it a habit.

[matthew-pasquarello]

boneandhoney

not a lick of purity.

there at start and finish, armies at whatever ready a storm could push outer limits and scatter glands and fungus and palm readings of another rattled brain.

[boneandhoney]

HOPE/HUNGER

I’ve always been an acquired taste

Never knowing the time or the place

always taking the relationship out

when it’s half baked

Thinking a passing glance is worthy of my

grace

in his eyes

i saw a future,

my past held no weight

I wish i would’ve known this when

i was younger

I keep calling it hope

but it’s just hunger

i serve myself too early

[boneandhoney]

Hands empty, no one here to

share their last name.

leave me here.

it all ends the same

ocean blue is the weight

in my throat

mountain green is the place I

keep picturing

where the rain

doesn’t feel like karma.

i keep thinking the mountains

would take it off me

but i’m always the one

left outside

If hungry dogs run faster

then why am I always caught in the rain

@chrystal-is-clear here you go honey💛

Sorry it took so long. Thank you for the inspiration. I like this one more than I thought.

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[boneandhoney]

So Maybe You’ll Stay

I overt my eyes waiting

For the moment to past

I feel like I’m just waiting

for the days to pass.

thinking of a future

that won’t last

holding my breath

it’s only a matter of time

would all the waiting

be worth the climb

I take it day by day

not knowing what to do

i still call myself selfish

though I did it all for you.

I blame myself so maybe you’ll stay

[boneandhoney]

Spent my life on display,

don’t tap the glass

[boneandhoney]

Magnolia Mourning

grief weighs me down

for a place that refuses to hold me

words only hold weight when

they’re opening wounds

when i start to bloom

my petals already are browning

seeing my appearance

they fancied was a costume

the petals bruise before

they reach the ground

the most painful ache

never makes a sound

it was already leaving me when it started to bloom

[boneandhoney]

A color to turn into a poem: coral

Half the time

I still replay memories you’ve probably forgotten

mattress on the floor,

for you I would rot in

no words said

just being there

was enough

Coral vision paints my eyelids

when you cross my mind

you never think of me

half the time

you left and i kept the room.

Thank you for the beautiful inspiration 🫶🏾

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