Think Me Naïve

-Think Me Naïve-
by
Keaton Foster



Childish
I may seem
Innocents displayed
With every scream
Joyful and robust
Ignorance contrived
From not knowing
Or an unwillingness to admit
Those closest to me assume
That I love to live
They don't know
How could they ever
I am a desperate stranger
Reeling in such danger
Fighting brilliant madness
Easily losing ground
Stupid to what it means
To live any form of life
That does not include
Such over dramatic interpretations
That suggest things are
Infinitely more difficult for me
Than they certainly are
A true hypocrite
That laments in excess
The war continually rages
A battle is being fought
Fields of dead emotions
Lay at my feet
Such impossible resurrections
They will never rise again
And I will fall further
Down into the abyss
Of what resides deep inside
Think me naïve
If you must
Baby me as a child
Let me suckle at your teat
Gorging myself in excess
Becoming fat on your love
Reciprocation, I must remit
Impossible as it always has been
I am as childish as the day
That my youth was raped away
I've only ever become more
In the briefest instances of time
Because of absolute survival
When I get into situations
Like yours and mine
When I seem to be safe
When I am sure that I have it all
I quickly revert, back to nothing
Because nothing is what I am
Most capable of
And comfortable with
Think me naïve
If you wish
But I can assure you
That naïve is the last thing
That I am…



Think Me Naïve
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.