Sweet Nothings

I don't want your whispers,
Of sweet nothings in my ear.

I want...
To carve our love into your belly,
Carve a heart into your arm.

I don't want sweet nothings,
I want permanent reminders,
Scars.

A symbol everlasting,
In which will never dim.
Those pleasantries shall disappear.

So why bother to sigh into my ear?