isn't it sad
that we let people in
just to give them
the chance
to rip us apart?
maybe i'm just
over-reacting, over-estimating
but i had thought
that maybe
i could trust this one
but why
can't i be
over-sensitive,
naive to
the bone?
why do i
have to
put my walls up
so that i
can be called strong?
i don't want
to be strong
not anymore
not now
not after so long
i want
to be loved,
loved, loved
and to be
proven wrong
YOU ARE READING
nostrum
Poetry‣ nostrum noun { a medicine prepared by an unqualified person, especially one that is not considered effective } - = ≡ ___________ [ previously published as " pills and alcohol " ] ◂
