"Don't be fooled by poets!"I remember what they used to tell me. "They're such sooth-sayers that will lure you with their sweet-nothings."
I was still a teenager back then. Just like many girls during that era, I was crazy about male musicians, especially those who'd sing love songs.
What if I considered them good-looking too? Well, I was (and still am) no hypocrite. I consider that factor a bonus point.
I admit that those had also been my (acutely) gullible days. I mean, who doesn't love sweet words? Who doesn't like compliments and some other assurances that...yes, you do matter and you are loved.
Then, what had changed me for quite some time?
First of all, I'd let my faith, enthusiasm, and positivity be 'killed off'by some people around me. I understood that they'd only meant well. They wanted me not to be blindsided by some rose-coloured window glass.
Still, their bitter words had dampened my spirit for a very, very long time:
"Anyone can tell you sweet words, then walk off once they get what they want from you. You've got to be smart dealing with them."
For a while, I did what they'd asked of me. I questioned a lot. I'd gone critical -- almost cynical. They were right; I'd been safe. I'd successfully built up thick, strong and high walls around me. They'd been my fortress for so long.
I was safe, because I was also alone. I'd made sure nobody got too close to woo and hurt me in the end.
Ironically, I also write poetry.
