rejection stings
birds before bees
you leave me at the end of a very thin string.
marionette fitting of your puppetry,
subservient to every deception,
you had me on my toes, yearning.
naive is the bird who believes
that bees understand her song,
exposed affection like down feathers
bees gather to gorge themselves,
weep honey unto selfish wings.
you: wasp, hunter of self indulgence,
I: bird, dreamer of ignorant bliss.