Stinging Me To Leave Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You keep on stinging,
With your tongue done.
Stinging with your tongue.
And just to sting me...
Then away you turn to run.

You keep on stinging,
With your tongue done.
Stinging with your tongue.
And just to sting me...
Then away you turn to run.

I wonder why...
Do you sting me with your tongue.
I wonder why...
Do you do this to then run.
I wonder why...
Have I done something to you,
Deserving to be stung...
In such a public way that's viewed.

You keep on stinging,
With your tongue done.
Stinging with your tongue.
And just to sting me.
Then away you turn to run,
To have me wonder...
What it is I've done to have you stinging me to leave,
So stunned!
And by a stinging of your tongue that's done!