Stingers.

For the longest time, love was a misnomer and obsession the correct term.
That time was fleeting, and I soon found myself looking at you through everyone else’s eyes; how they all saw the decaying inside that took me months to wrap myself around.
I became a metastasis of the tumor inside you, spewing decomposing matter where words ought to have been.

Painful processes and self-inflicted sting succeeded in slinging me sideways to simplicity, and I saw you.