A bee stung itself
I wish to pretend I’m okay
whenever you say ‘there’s no WE’
but deep down inside there’s
an ocean stopping itself to form a tsunami.
It’s like a breeze slapping me
with cold reality. I’m like a bee stung
with its own self.
If only you know how much it hurts…
there’s no cure for being in love with you.
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