He cared not. And I cared too much.
I let him get close in the hope that he would let me close.
I was a fool. My heart was wounded.
The wounds have healed but in their place there are now scars.
The scars are now a reminder.
A reminder that others will hurt you.
That they don't care for you.
A reminder that you cannot trust people.
That they lie. And lie. And lie. And lie some more.
That they don't care when their lies hurt others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah, there's liars out there. Chances are you missed subtle clues, clues dismissed. We're not all liars, by that I mean men. Women lie too. Change frequently too. Regardless, we still have to put ourselves out there. Isolation sucks. Good poem.