Love catapulted itself onto me like a bee
I didn’t know it was genuine until I felt the sting
It left a scar, He Left A Scar
He needed me, like a bee needs its flowers
Ironically enough, he never gave me flowers
I often think, where did I go wrong? Where could we have been?
Young and naive
I didn’t know my worth
Desperately wanting to be loved, I believed everything was a magical oasis
Thinking optimistically even though this garden will never flourish in the California drought
The sky even shows me its love through its sunsets
Full of love
Poured it out to you
Instead you soaked it in
And gave it to someone else
Eventually, this garden flourish.