Monday, March 8, 2010


to the one who
burned me:
i hate you.
with all of my charred heart,
i love you.
which is not awkward
and entirely comfortable.
and i'll bring you milk and honey
even if i need
to break my bones
climbing the hills
and milking the brown cows
to get it for you.
even if the bees sting
while i fetch your honey-
you break me worse,
you burn me worse,
you sting me worse,
you love me worse,
"my little bee".
you'll change the world,
you broke my heart.

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