Rejection

I've been rejected plenty of times,
Yet none have hurt as much as you...
Each rejection-
Like a bullet through the heart.
Except for you,
Your rejection was different.
It wasn't just a lone bullet plummeting itself through the thin layer that is called my heart.
No-
It was a machine gun,
Armed with a flame-thrower,
Set on full blast,
Aimed straight for the dead center...
I've only experienced one other rejection that came close to this,
And that was years ago.
Why is it,
That no matter what the rejection,
It will always sting,
Like a bee-
But when the rejection comes from you,
It's a hornet biting the skin so blood is seen?