love is a bee, stings
you once than dies, you’re alone —-
They can’t answer you.
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Personal Space
For some reason, it seems to be unpopular to have the opinion of wanting personal space. I do very much miss the days when it was illegal to come within 6 feet of anyone else and I would like the earth to go back to that because what the hell is everyone on nowadays?
By Annie Kapur2 days ago in Psyche
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You nailed the creep factor!!! 🤩
This is a poignant and beautifully crafted poem. The metaphor of love as a bee, stinging and then dying, is both striking and heartbreaking. It captures the bittersweet nature of love and loss in a powerful and concise way.
Impressive...and I love Regina Spektor!
Whoaaaa this was so deep and had so many layers to it. You packed a hugeeeee punch with so few words!