Hate

You don't give me butterflies.
You give me bees.
Stinging bees in my stomach
Every time I see your stupid face.
Ugly,
Is the word to describe us,
Ugly people looking for the ugliness in each other.
We have bees in our stomachs.
No butterflies,
But stinging poisonous bees
That ate all the honeys and sweethearts we said.
Buzz ….
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz… Buzz
Is all I hear from you.  
You're dying,
And I sit alone in the corner watching you fade away,
And your Buzz…
Gone.