I am a honeybee, breaking your heart, broke mine enough to kill me.
I let you feel my sting, before my last bittersweet moments of flying.
I thought I heard you say something about being undeserving, but this time not of a love so great, but of a pain inflicted so selfishly.
I think that you deserve some sort of apology.
So here I am, and here it is, I’m sorry.