Toxic HoneyYou said you wanted me raw:
Emotions and all.
I can’t give you that baby.
You should know me better than that by now.
I don’t do that, not anymore. Close your eyes
And we can pretend
That I’m her
And you’re him.
You love the idea of me, but
Not much more. And that’s okay,
This isn’t something
Anyone prays for.
Alexis Beale is currently a graduate student at the University of Southern California. She has had the privilege of having her poetry published in the Blue Monday Review, Apprentice Writer, and Off the Coast Poetry Journal.
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