MilkandHoney

for the arms that hold me my heart woke me crying last night how can i help i begged my heart said write the book contents the hurting the loving the breaking the healing a letter about the writer about the book how is it so easy for you to be kind to people he asked milk and honey dripped from my lips as i answered cause people have not been kind to me the first boy that kissed me held my shoulders down like the handlebars of the first bicycle he ever rode i was five he had the smell of starvation on his lips which he picked up from his father feasting on his mother at 4 a.m. he was the first boy to teach me my body was for giving to those that wanted that i should feel anything less than whole and my god did i feel as empty as his mother at 4:25 a.m. it is your blood in my veins tell me how i’m supposed to forget ......