'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir

Stung by words

I said it all,
I picked you up like a sunflower
But I didn't what lies beneath
I opened up, like an innocent child ..
And you responded, like a ferocious bee ..
With the bitter sting of rejection

No!
Every sensation within and across my body,
burns with that word, that text
No!

A part of me asks why,
And another justifies the reason for your cold response.
This is the part I remind myself,
It is not about me,
But then deep down,
I know it is.

Respect the honesty,
Respect your truth,
But even that makes the sting,
More hurtful.

No!