honey

the honey that dripped
from your lips  
made me want nothing more
than to be suffocated by your affection
smothered in your light
consumed by your love
however,
your eyes flickered
your only source of truth
they were your contradictions  
they whispered,
that honey is tainted with lies  
this truth was self-evident  
a truth I often impelled myself to dismiss  
yet it was myself who was burdened with the blame:
I have trust issues
yes, surely I do
but my sweet, honey-lipped boy,
as it always is,  
this has nothing to do with me,
but everything with you