Oh, Honey Bee (Barb)

Honey bee, my only plea, is for you to remember me.
Your love.
The stinging barb buried within the epidermis of my skin.
Too deep to dig out.
I can’t let go of what used to be.
Striped perfection.
A slow diverge.
You’d think the pain would have subsided by now;
Especially considered that both our bodies have divided from one another.
You rupture!
Something inside of me.
I watch your guts spill onto the floor.
Just as your twitching wings slow.
My love for you grows.
Oh, honey bee Oh, honey bee
I see that we were never meant to be.

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