You are an open jar of honey

Sitting

In the middle of a warm and sunny countryside.

We bees flock to you;

Drawn to your sweetness.

Only to

Fall

And be sucked in.

Drowned,

By the very charm you first portrayed.

Our golden hearts

Caught.

Captured.

Crystallized.

Between the folds of your sweet talk

We wait there,

Still and unmoving

For the day we are plucked –

Discarded.

Just the first

Of a few

Of your many

Options.

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