Love has an expiration date

So I won't say I love you, it's too late

Now I seek my destination

With desperation

To find someone worthy of inclination 

 

Inclination towards a broken mirror 

With sharp and rough edges

I see my disfigurement as a challenge

I feel miles away rather than inches

But I see it everyday

 

Salty honey and bitter milk in my cup of tea

Yet I plea for quality

Perhaps ginger, cinnamon

Or might I take my tea plain

And expect nothing from it

 

In the summit of my own thoughts

I see my views but not with admiration

But with distraught 

For all I see is salty honey and bitter milk

As if thats all there is

 

A different mountain, unexplored 

Do I dare explore it?

Do I like salty honey and bitter milk?

Do I challenge the mirror?

Am I someone?

 

I'm almost there.