you told me you liked honey
if it happened today,
i'd tell you
i like the way words fall from your tongue like honey
and the way your eyes glimmer in the sunlight like stars
that are bright enough to outshine the sun in its daytime glory
and the way you let me read your sighs like a novel
when you need me to paint the monochrome skies blue

but that would've been far too much for yesterday,
for i was frightened
to let go of myself, once again

yet, the moon couldn't wait
to tell me that it was time
for me to hold a gaze with you