Softness

By Hebe Chan

I wanted someone to accept me and heal me

But I am just a negligible soul craving for attention

All I can offer is tenderness

For I am such a fragile soul

-softness

We’re trapped in darkness

It’s like we’re in a room

The light is right in front of us

But we’re blind

And you called it depression

-depression

I never thought I would grow up to be like this

Hopeless, lost, and always sad

Yet sensitive, romantic, and soft

I guess that's the art of growing up

Unexpected and full of surprises

-growing up

I like old people

I like their thoughts and intelligence

I like how their wrinkles look like when they smile

I like how I'm so different from them

So when I'm talking to them, I can dive into those beautiful and bold memories of theirs

-old people

You told me you would love me forever

What is love? What is forever?

How do you define those words?

Don't make promises that you don't fully understand

-promise

I never even believed in your sweet yet dangerous words

More like im scared to believe

But for some reason it still hurts to know you’re never gonna tell me you love me

Guess I got used to those luring “i love you”s

-“i love you”