You take a bullet to your heart
and choose to name it romantic Marty instead of a dead heart.
That person will become the embodiment of perfection in your mind,
the benefit of the doubt will always be at their side.
You'll let your heart seeth in the fire of the unreal,
hoping that its ashes will be proof enough for your love.
You'll embrace thousands of knives thrown at you,
as the pain is only a means to an end to at least feel something.
You are like the fish going for the food on the trap,
the difference is that the fish wants the food, you want the trap.
It will always be about them and not about you,
their wrongs will always be too small to be offended about,
your wrongs will be the most hideous deeds done by anyone in mankind.
All the beauty will be their nature,
all that is ugly will always be an error in your perception.
The truth is,
you are scared.
The sheer magnitude of love you have scares you.
Scared that you are incapable of finding the one who truly deserves your love.
Scared that you will again repeat the same mistake and call your heart a romantic marty instead of a dead corpse.
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Wisdom of an Old Soul
Poetry"I bleed words through the scars of emotions, I take those and turn them into poetic notions" Whenever I go through emotional roller coasters, words are always there for my heart's rescue. I believe whatever I have expressed in my Poems and Thoughts...
