When they say "I love you"

I felt how those human words were weaponized against us

by old lovers

by parents

by ourselves

I felt every breach, every violation, every manipulation that those words carried on our tongues

I felt every violent heave and purge after years of eating poisoned honey.

and yet,

there was a godliness, resting just underneath.

the feeling too light and holy for words.

a sacredness that had the power to transcend our violence and trauma.

a honey so pure and sweet that we try yet again to believe there is a love that exists without abuse.

(originally posted on Tumblr around Oct 2016)