You whisper sweet words in my ears, everything I could want to be told
You compliment me endlessly.
I wish I could believe you. I wish I could trust you.
But you see these scars run too deep,
These tainted words I have heard before.
Sweet nothings.
With my rose stained glasses on I was blind,
Blind to the reality of our generation.
A generation that does not believe in love or commitment.
For this reasons my walls are high, higher than ever before.
As my heart got hurt, worse than ever before
It runs deeper than how deep you can physically go
I need someone who will explore my mind, not my body.
Trace the edges of my soul with the tips of his fingers, not my thighs.
This is what I need, honesty, love, and commitment.
And this is what I do not believe you could provide.
YOU ARE READING
Which one is about you?
PoetryA collection of poems I have put together; topics are mostly about love, heartbreak and the reality of our generation.