From Poetry Class...

We had to write a poem about an animal

in poetry class the other day,

And I didn't know what topic to choose,

so of course I wrote about you:

A bee flies in front

of my window,

Beating its wings against the glass,

Willing it to break like my heart.

It reminds me of you, even just

for a split second,

for a year it's been since

Cupid stabbed that arrow in my back. 

Bees are a funny sort of creature,

The kind I'd run from like it was us,

You used to laugh with every buzz

that sent me flying. 

Fly, fly, fly away

Bee—away from me.