Naiveté

Love poem on betrayal

Didn’t quite comprehend
The naiveté you often attributed to me
It made me angry
I realize now
It was you that made me naïve

I’ve wisened up
Become the adult
You always wanted me to be
Stark, naked, brutal
It makes things easy
When you make those
Strangely naïve attempts to contact me now

I am transformed
You have – de-mystified – these
-All- grown- up- transitory- relationships- for me
I look back at the time I spent
Listening to you
And think
“What a colossal waste of time”

I prefer me before I knew you
Before you killed all the naiveté I had left.