Honey

It’s like standing in the rain, waiting for someone who you know isn’t coming, because you feel like they’re the only way you can get back home. I waited there, dark, freezing and soaked to my skin, looking for your star to come shooting down across the plains and find me. I waited for you to take me home. Where were you, honey? I waited so long.

He found me there, alone in the darkness and the rain. He didn’t come riding on horseback or flying on an enchanted creature but at least he came. He brought me a candle that flickered in the rain, handed it to me but the wax burned the tips of my fingers. I put my hand over the flame to protect it and it just hurt more.

I wish you could have been there. You wouldn’t have been proud and it wouldn’t have made you smile, but I wish you could have been there. I wish you could have seen it so I didn’t have to tell you about it now.

He came to me and offered me candy. I should have known after a taste that it was too sweet, but some candy is just too sweet to ignore. You end up hooked on the sugar rush, then it rots you on the inside, seeping through you like poison; makes you sick. But he offered and I took it, and it hurt, honey, it burned. He poisoned me, and I let him.

Where were you, honey? You said you’d always be there whenever I needed you. I missed you. I’d never wanted you so much in my life to burst through the atmosphere, wherever you may have been, to carry me away in your arms. You could have taken me away, honey, you could have put a stopped to it all. It hurt, honey. Why weren't you there?