Hold me

Won't you hold my hand
As I fall in this ingrained tendency
Of letting my heart to temporary tenants
Knife and hurt for rent
Knife and blood for rent.
Give me a stinging edge
To keep away starved hunters
They lick for selfish desires
They say the bee doesn't matter
Honey for their stomach
Sweetness for their stomach
Build the wall too tall
I will shut the banks of love
From a myriad one hit samplers
This ocean sips a lone wave
A lake for a one swimmer
A lake for a single swimmer.