But the first kiss tasted like honey; sweet honey that melted on your tongue - the type that you craved - longed for it for hours, days, months. Just as fast as you felt the short sensations that danced along your lips, it soon fades - Like the rainbow that dims behind the grey clouds and tall rooftops.
You eyes open and you see the truth - finally, it's standing right next to you. It was there all along, poking at you and whispering things you already knew.
Soon, you realize that kiss of honey begins to taste like dirt. Gritty, salty, and full of disgusting lies. They were always there before, disguised by intertwined fingers and deep blue eyes that dug into your heart with their sharply bladed claws.
You ask yourself if its too late, because you don't want the poison.
But the answers stay silent, stay hidden. Just like the rainbow, just like the dirt, and just like your beauty and inner strength to walk away.
