the ideal girl sits across from me in class

she looks like honey

so soft and sweet

yet so strong and leaves me begging for more 

her eyes see through my soul 

and she could tell what i’m thinking if she tried 

i hear her talk to her friends 

spitting out words that go through skin like knives

reaching down into hearts where only few people are allowed to go 

suddenly the only “honey” thing about her

is how her words stick to me 

and won’t come off no matter how hard i try

it’s been a few years since i’ve heard her sour words

and seen her honey-sweet face 

but she’s still the voice in my head telling me i’m not good enough

i think all those years ago she really did see into my soul

but i didn’t realize she decided to stay