It All

A bunch of nothing.
That's all I heard.
A bunch of nothing.
You call them words.

I call it a whole
in the "truth" that you told.
I call it superficial.
I've heard it all before.

Good intentions are present.
Entirety is absent.
In love you have plenty.
In completeness you lack it.

When will you learn?
All I want is it all.
When will you see?
Only that prevents falls.

No beating around the bush.

No thick coats of sugar.
No leaving out the sour
just to make it taste sweeter.

There was something more.
Was what I expected.
But what I heard was the same
as when you last said it.

Don't tell me I'm strong.
Don't tell me I'm brave.
I'll tell you you're wrong
though I know it's true anyways.

Promises, promises.
How pretty they sound.
Before the remnants of promises
are scattered on the ground.

All I want is it all.
Nothing more, nothing less.
All I want is it all.
It's not so hard, is it?

-Beaskie