"Where do you find
these
broads?"
I don't know.
But i find them
so that I can love them.
So that I can love them
until it hurts
and I am left with a stinging
pain.
So many wasps have stung me
before.
I have placed the royalty of their stingers
in the waste
of heart break.
The knives are finally out,
I swipe at a million hives,
until I have finally cut the wings
of one.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 9:36 PM UTC
"Where do you find
these
broads?"
I don't know.
But i find them
so that I can love them.
So that I can love them
until it hurts
and I am left with a stinging
pain.
So many wasps have stung me
before.
I have placed the royalty of their stingers
in the waste
of heart break.
The knives are finally out,
I swipe at a million hives,
until I have finally cut the wings
of one.
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