Honey and Milk; Letting Go

I was honey,

you were my milk,

the metal spoon

and I was too much

sugar.

Too much pancake

batter for your taste

on those nights my

depression was too

half full in my pitcher

I remember days

and nights being held

in your arms, tracing

the marks of your tattoo

on your chest and back

Feeling the warmth

of lips like black coffee

without the sweets,

empty liquor bottles

encasing my emotions

in advice I never wanted

I was too much, loved

too deep but you couldn't

handle when it got too tough

Yet, don't tell me you're

not in love with me anymore

but still love me like It

will makes things better

as though I'm still your

moon

Don't tell me you'll

think about the second chance

of starting over

and taking it slow with me...

because when you say we'll

try...

My hope becomes the photos

I cannot burn, the toys I can

not throw into the pit

of wonderful, useless,

vampiric memories.

Catching myself

with my own words,

I can't wait as you take

the space I give to think

about a second chance of taking

it slow with me that will

no longer exist.

I used to be your honey

as you were my milk

but I was too much sugar

in your silver spoon.

I'm letting go; so don't tell

me you still love me.

I'll take the chance of

rolling the dice and losing

the love of my life.

I'm moving on as time moves on,

looking at you in the broken mirror,

I'm moving on.

I'm no longer your honey,

you're no longer my milk,

I'm just the sugar

that was used.