𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞

hysteria

if I would have known
that that would have been
the last time we saw each other,
maybe I would've said something.
but now look at us
in such hysteria that we might never
be able to speak again.
I miss the us before the was,
and I wish we could hang on and
go back and be content.
I wish I could run my fingers
through your honeysuckle hair
and gaze forever into your
periwinkle eyes.
I long for your soothing words and
your smiling face and your company.
I regret not holding on longer.
I regret it so badly.
I wish you all the happinesses possible,
yet I hope your happiness could
be found in me.
found in us.
found in something greater than
luxury papers and cleaning serums.

published on: april 23rd, 2020