Your support
your love
was like sugar.
As soon as we walked a few miles in the rain,
all the sweetness ran off
and I was once again left alone
wondering what I had done wrong,
wondering how I could make the honey return.
If I stung like a honeybee, would you love me more—
buzzed around you whispering sweet nothings
tending to you with care
sharing your bloom with others?
It was never quite enough,
it would never be enough,
and one day I learned, it wasn’t mine to fix
and one day I’ll learn, to not fear honied compliments.
Caia Rose 