He Hates Me

He hates me

I still chase his limb,

Like a flower being shadowed by a bee,

Though he wants to choke me-

without a whim.

 

Thought we were friends,

Guess I saw something,

You never send,

Though sweet words-

I was always yearning.

 

You never really loved me- The way I did

 

In the spring,

I never recovered,

From those scars-

Left by your wings,

That so often thought had covered

 

Me from spreading tears.

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