No matter how hard you stir, honey won't dissolve into water

to the man that left me for someone else and told me, "it isn't what you think"

i told the first man i ever loved

that he was like water

and i was extra virgin olive oil.

from the second he poured himself into me,

our bodies, so entangled in one another that from a distance,

we looked as though we were one

it was in these moments that i saw you

and you saw me.

it was in these moments that you managed to touch me 

without even touching me and i was so in love.

come morning, we would separate,

and you'd become an ocean of ecstasy,

sinking beneath me,

an ocean that i could never baptize myself in.

we'd have moments like these

and i'd swear this time this would be different

my body stirring against yours in an infinite loop of these moments,

my hands usually shaking,

but this time firmly pulling you into me as if trying to make us one,

it wasn't different.  

your love is like water

sometimes you become cold to the touch

and in these moments you appear to be whole,

but there are pieces of you missing.

when the heat radiating from of the lamp in my bedroom

would cause you to melt onto my lips,

it became apparent that you were simply

a half in search of anything that would make you complete.

you wanted me to be your other half

when i wanted you to be my whole.

and in this moment

i've never felt more alone

than i did with your lips on my neck,

empty.

now you have a new love and you call her honey.

- no matter how hard you stir, honey won't dissolve into water