Save The Bees (Sting Me)
I want to save the bees
Those buzzing specs of insignificant works of breath are more human than I will ever be
Loyalty resides in their instinct
Like-mindedness is nurtured with butting antenna
Determination is the settlement of every flight
Their selfless little bodies eradicate mistake every time our cruel skin sends them to death
Their fragile self-destruct buttons are within a constant frantic second of being pushed
Whether it's others harsh touch or by an overwhelming circumstance of responsibility
Sound familiar?
The worlds beauty is going to eat you, me, and them alive someday
Swallow us whole and watch the traces of young love get dug up and buried again in the spring
They'll give, we'll take
The cycle moves on and no one is thanked
I can't help but be rooted in this world
So deep that I can't think to wrench my head up to look at the next
Your shiny constellations elude every word I try to wrap into a bow
Articulate and limpid, your responses to my cacophony of emotion, are perfectly wrapped gifts
I can't help but tear into the moment your light passes through them
Thoughts continue to flicker in and out of silence from me to you
You, brilliant glaring sky
You, naked skinned knees
You, subdued hue of utmost importance
You continue to follow me off falling cliffs
You meet me at the bottom and scrub my dirty spots pure
You hold me together when I'm withering with the weeds
I cannot touch those who come to hold me
Not for any measurable amount of lost time
They come to rip the bark off my trunk of fear
Absentmindedly and barking with fear themselves
They come to wish on doubled numbers thinking my height will lead them to the sky
I was not planted for the intent of falling in love with the clouds or falling apart in the wind
I've grown to be so entangled with forgetting feeling and rotting lips that I refused to utter anything substantial
My veins have become so ingrained in the foundation of others that I've started draining worlds just to drink myself alive
I'm used to setting myself on fire for metaphors like time
Always procuring split lips and rusted finger tips to caress you with
Groveling on gravel sidewalks that collect drunken spit and passed out promises
I'm used to hitting my self destruct butting and not coming anywhere near honeyed grace
But now, because if your god damn bees, I no longer need to burn myself to encompass a flame
I am strong-rooted, passion-punched, and in love with ridiculous practicality
The seeds in my head will never know the definition of finite engulfment
When I have spread my roots to the tips of the universe
When there is nothing left for me to dig myself up into
I will build a nest in my chest for you to find a home in
Because the sweetness of your honeycombed existence keeps keeps me from going extinct
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