His words seeped like a sweet whisper,
Swaying branches in her tree.
Blood flowing to the tips of her fingers, all the way to her rosy cheeks.

But sweetness disguises the bitter...
A wasp hard at work, filling honey in her soul.
This intricate, delicate hive he has built, surrounding her with delicious walls.

Step off course, and with a stroke of her hand...
Buzzing became deafening, engulfing, intoxicating.
What once was a blue sky turned to grey,
his swarm blocked out the day.

Sharp pain began to spread, one excuse after another.
One piercing lie after another.
With each sting, her respect bleed away.  
Stealing her sweetness, leaving her in decay.

Through the winter she waited, her emptiness soaking in cold flakes.
Until spring finally came - and a new bee began building his hive, on sweet honey lies.