i've been running
and running away
for a whilerunning away
from the fact
that i can't keep
running back
to youi try to forget
about that
a lot of the timebut the bees are
still in the back
of my mind
i can feel themand if i don't
let go of you
they will poison
every one of my
good memoriesuntil even i
understand
that you were
strong enough
to let go of me
a long time ago
YOU ARE READING
vague
Poetryleftovers of my poetry that doesn't seem to fit in anywhere - yes, not fitting in is an ongoing theme in these.