Honey Poem by Anisa Tara

I see you have to take your leave
Don't forget this pot of honey
It was once sweet on my tongue
It tastes only of death now
I've outgrown its palette
Take it with you, please
I have no use for it anymore
I have no use for you anymore

And while you're on your way
Past the musty hallway
That once lined our existence
Take down the ticking hands
I need no reminders
For all the time I've wasted

One last thing, do this for me
Roll that old sodden carpet up
With its muck and grime
Rip the fibers off the floor
Don't tell me you need help
I've given more than I can return
I haven't much left for anyone else

Once the honey pot is in the bin
The hands broken
The carpet shared history
I'll do the rest
For myself, not you

Tear out these fake smiles
And forced kisses
From the shelves and table tops
Sodden with all my tears
For a love that never came around
For a child that didn't know
What it was he wanted

That is all we turned out to be
Children still searching
Still groping at the walls
Still lost