“I love you” did he really mean it, If he did,then why am I drowning, Drowning in pain and blood sea’s, As he sails away with “Her,” and not me, As I try to call out to him, I hear him whisper the words he once told me a while ago “I LOVE YOU,” they must enjoy watching me together as I sink to the unforeseen. Little does she know she is next because he is an unsatisfied bee search through all the flowers to find the best nectar that will end up being the same old honey