i’d like to think of you
as a streak of sunlight
battling its way through
of dark, angry clouds; an elixir pulling me out of the quicksand inside.
i’d like to think of you
as a spoonful of honey
swirled into a lemon juice day;
a balancing act
between sweet and sour.
i’d like to think of you
as the sugar coating my tongue– sugar so sharp it punctures my enamel.
but sometimes, you are the clouds,
hovering overhead, rumbling with fury;
sometimes, you’re like a whole lime
burning the wounds
you so desperately want to dress
in honey.
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