Hearts & Heartache

I Miss The Days

I miss the days,
When intimacy was emotional and sacred.
When bearing your soul to a person,
Was how we got naked.
When love,
Trust,
And respect,
Were reciprocated, not wasted.
Yet nowadays,
Relationships don't last long enough,
And that love turns into a fiery hatred.
Browsing through social media,
Until your relationship status is updated.
A person you once loved,
Is now someone that is equally hated.
But if it was a true,
And honest love,
That you both had created,
Then that love for each other,
Should never have faded.

I miss the days,
When someone's hands on my body,
Didn't leave invisible scarring and bruises.
Where my fear of falling in love,
Never produces.
Yet, isn't heartbreak,
Looking for similarities in depressing music?
Not to feel worse,
but connection is therapeutic,
Cause it's really ******* hard being alone,
Especially when you've adjusted to being a unit,
Painfully learning that, love is just a game,
And when one person wins,
The other one loses.
I've become that person which everyone uses.
So when someone tells me that they love me,
I have to make them prove it.

I miss the days,
Where love,
Didn't leave me feeling like I'm left with a
deadly infection.
Before I had been mentally traumatised by years
of heartache, and rejection.
Before getting close to someone left me petrified
of adjusting to affection.
Before being alone meant pushing people away
for both of our protection.
I'm far too broken for a world that's
constantly seeking perfection.
So I'm trying to fix the parts of myself that
don't actually need correcting.
Over analysing every personality trait, it's a
psychological dissection,
All because I've been looking for love in the
wrong direction.

I miss the days,
Where love was full of passionate moments,
And lots of romance,
Walks along the beach,
Late night conversations,
And the occasional slow dance.

I miss the days,
Where I was expected to ask my father in law
for his daughters hand in marriage.
Where relationships struggled,
They survived,
And no one was left damaged.

I miss the days,
Where intimacy was emotional,
And it was sacred,
Now we live in a world,
Where people just want to get naked.

Written By
Silent Soldier ©️