Exposed To Truth

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