I'm more prepared for burial shrouds <br />than the tenderness of sunlight at dawn; <br />I'm more prepared for cutthroats on jagged avenues <br />than the embrace of a lover familiar <br />with the lost dreams hidden behind my eyes. <br /> <br />I don't urgently demand promises, <br />I don't expect faithfulness or fidelity, <br />I don't condemn accidents or treason, <br />nor am I offended by secrets never revealed. <br /> <br />I've reached a place where if a woman touches my face, <br />I take it as a momentary pleasure <br />that will most likely not invite repetition, <br />this is my recognition that love is for youths <br />without a long history of being exposed to truth.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-exposed-to-truth/
