I was a fragmented jar of honey that bled gold dipped in diamonds into all the cracks in its sun-bleached vicinity, I did not see the harm in allowing the people to take bucketfuls of me without my consent, because I felt that it would have been a waste to let it lay spilt all over the ground. Now that I've been repaired by my own river-tinted hands I won't allow anyone to lift up my lid and pour me into their glasses without my true unpressured permission.
They'll tell you to dig for a pool and then drown you in it They'll tell you to raise a mountain and then shove you off it They'll tell you to win those trophies and then they'll take them all.
You're like toffee candy; stiff on the outside, gooey on the inside, and you taste sweeter the longer I roll you around on my tongue.
Part 1: He grabbed me like an old worn out backpack, and kicked me down like a deflated football. My crisp tongue spilt pots of alphabet soup combined of the letters to form the words: "please stop" a