I want to trust you,
I really do,
But I can’t break down my walls,
I don’t want to fall,
What if you’re like everyone else,
And all you want from me is ***,
What makes you different,
From others who have only ever seen me as an object,
I want someone who wants to get to know my soul,
That wants to understand me as a whole,
Not just use me to satisfy their needs,
Because all they care about is their own greed,
I want the love that poets write about,
An all consuming love that makes you lose yourself,
One that sets your soul on fire,
That fills you with unwavering desire,
Desire to know them on a deeper level,
Because you see them as something special,
I want someone who makes my world brighter,
And on the bad days they hug me tighter,
Because they know about my trauma,
That sometimes I can’t see pass the dark,
So they make sure to make me laugh,
Reminding me every time that they’re my other half,
But that isn’t reality,
We’re in the era of hypersexuality,
Where everyone just wants to bone,
Because they want just a second of not feeling alone,
No one wants love anymore,
Lust comes easy but love is now a chore
I hate this ****