haven't written a poem in years, woefully in need of critique/suggestions

interactions with strangers during november 2015 (part 1)  

I dreamt of bees
a swarm, brushing past my cheeks,
i’m swallowed by their anxious buzz
and i wake trembling,

 

head spinning
phone under my pillow vibrating
gagging on notifications migrating
in, hives from the north
all arriving south
50 bees,
60 minutes.

 

“i know you”
“i love you”
the words of a lover spoken by a stranger
my head swims, i am awake
am i awake?

 

i feel as if i am holding a scorpion in my palm,
this slim black rectangle
stings again, i read your words
a foreign language of false recognition
we have never spoken
you don’t know me
and i don’t know your name
my phone vibrates three times more

 

my friends tell me to ignore you
but
i have been trained by this world to be humble
to receive compliments with grace
to accept any attention with ascension
to rise above discomfort
a smile on my face

 

i resist this instinct
and i do ignore, but i’m more
aware, i suppose
of what i post
of how i appear
by those who
like you
think they know me
from what they’ve seen
on a screen

 

you’re done, i think
and yet
met
with silence, you continue
this one sided conversation
this intense adulation
you don’t know me
you don’t

 

something within scolds my fear
this heart, this errant child of mine
“you’re so dramatic
they’re just some words
laugh and move on,”
instead, i am wide,
gaping, open for anyone to see
you don’t know me

 

the days pass, you’re soon just a shadow
a little twinge whenever i hear my phone
but then
it starts
again

 

same words,
new account

 

you send me pages of messages
you speak of angels and fairies
and ask me what i am

 

you say you mean no disrespect,
but don’t you understand
as a man
who has been asked
to step back
by someone half your size
anything other than compliance
proves nothing but defiance
and a lack of understanding
or willingness to try

 

i owe you no explanation
i don’t know you
& i don’t care to

 

i never respond
i let the messages mold
funny how a stranger can take hold
and a day later, i
delete everything
off my phone.

 

Critique links: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/3t9o7u/substance_and_false_hope/ https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/3taezt/i_had_a_dream_a_day_before_the_paris_attacks_and/