“Love” Stings

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.

– Ana


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