Stretching to comfort the one who keeps
me up all night
worker bees don't ask for what they
deserve
but they are tired
of excuses
im tired too
of swimming oceans for boys who
wouldn't jump over puddles for me
of scraping my palms trying to catch
myself
but I am the one who jumped after all
shouldn't have dragged them down too
I'm fat with honey, honey
I am the queen
took stinging like a bee to literally
and tried my best to
metaphorically pour vinegar in the
wounds of the ones
who
wounded
me
standing in his shoes I'd have done the
same
hypocrisy lives beyond what you do when
you point your fingers
it's what you would do too
the problem isn't
hurting him because
he hurt me
its hurting them when
they never did
all they've ever done is
help me
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