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The Bee Sting
The memories…
Of you, a parallel universe inside my skull,
You’re not really there, empty – though the best memories never dull,
Sitting here, the lack of companionship stirs a muted panic,
But you’d never know, my hope for love – a sinking titanic,
Long to be in a movie – where true love exists even in gruesome good-bys,
I feel so alone, and with each day the weight of nothingness multiplies,
I mask what you deny – for I am not fulfilled, loved or healthy,
In happiness, a peasant – yet others convinced I must be wealthy,
It’s been a while since you’ve stared into my eyes, now they open only so wide,
Why can’t we ride into the Malibu sunset? And love triumphs! No – they lied,
Does it ever as we become disconnected, I cling to what we should be,
What could have been as it always can, I love you – and you – love me.
