the saddest side
is
i believed you
while the buzzing bees
dissolved all
their honey i
made trees out of
the lies
you gave to me
every fly and every bird
makes out
better than me all
feigning happiness
to try
and simplify
the sting i
return my hives with
only one idea in mind and
that is you,
at Christmas, covered
in snow.
like the olden days.
the yellow gold stripes
on my branches
fall in disarray.
i still
adore you, still
believe you...
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