Bee Stings

Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting,

But what you offered was spite, instead of the love that you could bring.


Good to watch you go, hard to be without,

Always back with smiles, pushing back my doubt.


A voice coated in honey, veiling the bees,

Whose stinging words so sharp, could bring me to my knees.


So easy to hate you, but loving comes more natural

And still you toss me aside, no more than collateral


Time and time again,

All you give is pain


Yet despite your wicked words, your temper and dishonesty

“Forever I will love you,” that is what you promised me


So somewhere deep inside, a kernel flaming bright

Of ignorance and hope, of glowing golden light


For don’t you know it’s true?

My heart belongs to you

No matter the hurt

You put me through


They say bees sting when threatened,

But for me the bar is lessened


Just being in your life,

Hangs a sharpened knife

Poised to plunge into my head,

Rendering me dead


The danger once excited me,

At least to some degree


But now it has all but snuffed,

out the flame of love

That you accuse me I have bluffed,

My way into thereof


But now your blind abuse

Leads me to a hanging noose


Time and time again you stung,

Until I from mine neck hung


Weary of your wickedness, your hateful words and actions

I hope my resignation, gives you satisfaction


It was you who did this, with all your charming ways

You and your double faces, who led me to my final days


So as they say and as it goes,

Bees only offer honey to those


Who in return provide a thanks so deep

Their sorrows it will always reap


For their poor, poor lonely eyes,

See them that which would defy


All knowings of such beauty

The sweetest divine duty


To love through sickness and in health,

Which brings another kind of wealth


Alas for you, it was not I,

Who could show you such a blue, blue sky


In that way, you are much like a bee,

That loves only what it can see


And as for me,

That’s all I’ll be,


A pretty face, lost in the crowd,

Sent to join those in the clouds


The fault of which is not mine,

But yours till end of time.

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