All my life I craved to be as beautiful as a flower. I wanted the ambience, the essence, and the admiration. In the spring, I would watch the bees rushing to get a taste of all the flowers they could get. I wondered what it felt like to be craved that bad…
I would soon find out. I wish I never wished such a thing.
Soon my winter transformed into spring and I would realize what the buzz was about. However, instead of bees covering and hovering around me, pollinating my love, I was actually hosting a swarm of aphids feeding off of my soul that was as sweet as nectar.
​My red rose turned black and I was the only kind I knew. I’d lost the reds in my life and fell into the dark despair because of you.
