Bee Vomit

I hate to say I love you,
more than I have shown.
I hate to say I need you,
pretend like I have grown.

I hate to know you’re hurting
and sleeping all alone.
I hate to sit here singing
in my empty home.

I’d love to feel your heartbeat
thumping through my head.
I’d love to hold your icy hands,
watch my face turn red.

I’d love to know you’re sleeping
safely in my grasp.
I’d love to forge a future
so we can burn the past.

I hate to say I’m sorry
for things I haven’t done.
I hate to disappear–and sometimes—
I hate that you’re the one.

I hate synthetic distance and
no matter how I try,
I hate to see you walk away
and never say goodbye.


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