Naivete

Naivete

I never

Asked for this

Broken

Heart

But I guess you took

My open arms

And blind faith

As an invitation

To do so.

I never

Was who you

Wanted

Me

To be but hey

I can't be anybody else

I'm too nice

Too compassionate to

Tell you

No.

I never

Thought that it

Would come

To this

Epic unfurling of dramatic

Events that lead to

Bitterness.

I never

Imagined in my

Mind

That you could hurt me

Like this

That you could

Cause me to be this

Provoked.

I always

Wanted your love

It felt similar

To the sun

No matter the season

If your shine was upon me

In the midst of

Summer heat

Or if it

Came out to frolic with

Me in the snowy fields
Of hope

In the coldest of winter

Days.

I always

Worried about what

Nights would be

Like

When my sunshine was

Gone

When I realized

That it couldn't be

Sunny all the

Time.

I always

Feared that you

Would sense my

Desperation

To constantly be in your

Warmth

It would be disregarded as

Clingy or

Overly attached.

I always

End up trying

To explain that

I can't get over you

Because one can't get

Too close to the

Sun

Without burning to a crisp.

I crave you enough to beg

But am terrified enough

To know

That I should leave

Some distance

Between me

And you.

I know

Now that we

Can't be

Because I don't

Understand how somebody

Could say

"I'm sorry"

Without meaning it.

Maybe this whole

Poem

Is just about

How naive

I truly am

And why

Love just isn't for me.