Baby
I can write you poems
Hundreds...
No
THOUSANDS
Of verses
And
Lines
All cliche
And
Sickeningly
Sweet
But
I'm done with that shit
Don't get me wrong
I'm not saying you don't deserve it
You do.
But I'm done putting people on pedestools
I'm done putting gloss and glitter over someone's soul
Fuck ideals and high bars
Fuck expecting
Fuck dissapointments
I wanna love you
Not
The ideals
Not
The projections
I want what's real
No matter how bleak
I hope you understand
