You weren't a bee
Bees are calm
And peaceful
You were a wasp
Filled with the fury of a thousand men
And a buzz that could send a child
Into a fit of tears
You promised not to hurt me
That my skin would always
Undoubtedly remain
Pure and without stings
I believed your lies
I caressed your stinger
And chose to believe
That it would never harm me
But it did
And I turned numb and cold
My skin burned like an angry fire
My eyes shone with tears
My cheeks were red as blood
I begged for you to stop
I couldn't control you
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 9:03 PM UTC
You weren't a bee
Bees are calm
And peaceful
You were a wasp
Filled with the fury of a thousand men
And a buzz that could send a child
Into a fit of tears
You promised not to hurt me
That my skin would always
Undoubtedly remain
Pure and without stings
I believed your lies
I caressed your stinger
And chose to believe
That it would never harm me
But it did
And I turned numb and cold
My skin burned like an angry fire
My eyes shone with tears
My cheeks were red as blood
I begged for you to stop
I couldn't control you