Naivete

And so now, that soft spot feels like stone.

You were in shambles,
four months or so ago.

And there I was, some kind of hero. 

But you were the bittersweet kryptonite
Addictive and chaotic, 
Lovely and tragic,
But I always thought something with you was right.

But like usual, I was wrong. You taught me that nothing could ever be perfect.
No matter how hard I would try for you and I, happiness didn’t seem to exist.
And so the cuts and wounds turned to scars while I mended them.
I would never want to reach out to a stranger in a state of tragedy again. 

Because those arms that held you to rest,
were cut up then healed, and somehow changed.  
And now I keep them crossed and close to my chest,
Never wanting to be a hero again and only have myself to save. 

You could find happiness somewhere else.
And so would I.
Even if it’s farewell or goodbye,
Sorry I couldn’t change what you felt.