Veteren Bees

Been living out of a bag for almost a week;
Same three shirts, same pair of ripped jeans.
But that's how the best adventures come around.
Not that I was looking for one,
Although I never really do.
I am the pollen,
And the bees are busy this season.
But there's never enough to go around,
So I'll choose you because you awoke my heart
From its deep slumber.
Sorry honey, that I'm so scared,
I'm a veteran of love,
And I don't want a world war 3.
But I'll put my faith in you and maybe put my heart in your scarred, calloused hands.
Don't squeeze too hard,
Because some nights I close my eyes and hear the bombs go off,
And the fire blinds me and illuminates the scars from previous bullets.
But when I fall asleep with you tucked in behind me,
The war ends,
And I stretch out my toes trying to reach yours,
Reassurance.
We sat on your front steps,
Cigarettes smoldering between our fingers;
"I will never fuck you over."
That's what they all say, but I'll listen this time.
I'll listen.

Written: Nov. 12th 2010