After being ever so tempted,
I decided to go for it.
Not like there was anything else to do.
So I sat right back
and relaxed,
knowing completely that I was not answering him.

The girl's name meant "honey bee."
She recommended me
telling him how much I despised him
even if it caused my own demise.

Soon afterwards,
I was rubbing the sore spot on my face
and trying to listen to my favorite words
while fighting through tears.
How unfortunate it is that bees die
right after they sting.

04/02/2006

Posted on 04/03/2006
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