Honeybee

by Trista Mateer

I put the original versions of these poems out into the world before things were truly over, because I wanted things to be over.

She does not remind me of anything; everything reminds me of her.

I keep trying to lay myself down next to people who understand the taste of loneliness and don’t mind it in their beds.

Amazing, all the things you can look past when Christ gets involved. Amazing, all the things you can’t.

It took me too long to realize it was not romantic(, tender, or healthy) to love someone else more than I loved myself.

people don’t know I’d still throw myself mouth-open into the ocean for the chance to drown somewhere you might see it.