Love,
and its Pains,
Its Sting mightier than the Others,
The Bee,
and how it Punctures deep,
Leaves its Pinchers in Flesh,
Leaves me Bloodied,
Black, Yellow, Maroon,
Different stages in the Bruising of the Heart,
Different marks left from different People,
Imprints, Moulded: in memories, words, places,
Whole timelines just splattered,
Blood stains my Eyes, The Walls,
Weeping,
I am tired,
Stinging. Stung.