A male bee has no stinger,
his life mission is to collect pollen
and hope that the queen will notice him.

Drones doing drudgery
tasks, for another's dream.
All because we were fed a script.

Following the script
leaves us closed to other's
love language.

Miscommunication ends in betrayal.
And betrayal became normalized
all because nobody taught us
to enjoy our freedom.

From a young age, Romeo and Juliet
told us that without our other half
we are incomplete.

That we need another's validation,
and that happy endings are the rule.

That our happiness depends on another.
And if we conform, the system
will benefit us, and you will lead
a happier life.

So many relationships are full
of contempt, while others fall out of love.
All because we tried to love,
without learning self-love.

The cold memory of the past
prickles my lips,
leaving me thirsty for more.
I cry to satisfy
my irritated lips,
but the wells in my eyes
ran dry a long time ago.
Nevertheless, I muster
one tear. As gravity
pulls its weight,
I see it enrich
the cracked soil I stand on.

If unsure, begin.
If confused, ask.
If lethargic, drink coffee.