Honeybee
I wanted you to be my water, my sunshine and protector. Only to discover that you were the nightās shade cloaked in the shadow of your own demons. The ones you pass off as unhaunting. But quietly they rule you to your core. We could have bloomed. Planted and rooted as one. Grown to be as tall as palm trees or flourished like a meadow of sunflowers. Instead you harvested the nectar of my souls to feed your hive. One that you shared with other women. I will never be like them. And that is the unsweetest part.

















