You call me sweetheart
As if you really believe it
As if I don’t give you reason to run and hide.
I warned you of who I am
Of how I run through the mouth like saltwater
On a cold beach day
But you told me not to think like that
“I love you, sweetheart, and that’s enough”
And I could taste the honey drip from your lips.
But the storms come
And the tides no longer roll at your feet
They swallow you in their waves
And you are lost at sea
Gasping, you choke on the salted water
Just like I had warned
You call me at night
Crying
“Sweetheart, oh sweetheart!”
Begging for a softer love
But I just bite my cheek.
Salt wasn’t sweet, was it?
**Poem may not be in the author's intended formatting.