if i hear one more poet using a bee's sting as a metaphor for the pain of love
i think i'm going to scream
a bee attacks when scared
or threatened
or as a means of self defense
i don't want to feel that way about you
love is not a sharp poisonous burn
that leaves the aggressor to die
it's seeing the water droplets from the pool nearly melting the wings off of an innocent being
it's scooping someone out from danger
it's understanding that everybody has their weapons
it's trusting that they won't be used against you
i've read that
a bee colony's operation is believed to be the best example of a functioning community
i get it,
i get it,
what good is a poem if not confirming your beliefs about the agony of romance?
but love is the hand that rescues you from drowning
when you're at your most vulnerable and defensive state of survival
stop being a coward, too afraid of the possibility of being stung
