Sting of the Bee
How am I supposed to feel, how should I feel?
Should this not hurt, should this be filled with joy?
A warm place is all I long for
Comfort & understanding
There's just something about it...when skin touches
Behind my smile is so much you don't know
Holding hands puts it there; unraveling my hair sends chills
Am I being forced to feel this way?
I haven't been asked
Inside I am crying, where you cannot see
There are things you should know, but I cannot bring myself to tell
All I can do is hope that you won't ask
I know, someday I will have to tell you
But for now, hand in hand is all I need
I feel something inside of me dying, which you had once brought to life
Now because of it, my heart has halted; & love may never come
The temptation to ask you how you feel, sneaking up on me
Just like how death sneaks up on you when the bee stings
Will we ever be heart to heart?
Will we ever be anything at all, anything with meaning?
Twirling your hair around my fingers makes me ask myself what is it for?
Just another good time
Pulling out the stinger is the hardest part
Smiles overcome the pain, but it can still hurt
Waiting all day to read your words; is it just a waste of time?
What should I do about this buzzing sound in my head?
The bees of your comfort are starting to sting reluctantly
I guess it's a good thing I don't swell up like you
Perhaps this is what I'm jealous of
Making lips connect is what you're exceptionally good at
Still there is so much that needs fixed
The split ends of my hair remind me of my feelings for you
Warm & fragile, yet damaged
Drowning in the waves of my own regret
Can I not keep it to myself?
Dyed hair can only cover up so much
It is a game that I have learned to be good at
Sometimes with you I get lost in thinking
Thoughts that may have no purpose or implication
Could it ever be true, that you feel this way?
Remind me of what is in the mirror
Shattering it seems to be the only relief
But in the end, what is worth what?
Infatuation
Such a list of common interests
But compared to mine your body is bare
I miss it all; smiles you put on my face
How much longer should I take the stings?
How awkward it is now to be around you
How much more is this going to drag out?
Until it hangs itself
Bee stings hurt but so does silence
At this point you are the cause of both
My head on your chest brings comfort & your change of heart
Still in the end
Am I really worth it?
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