Naive
An original poem
I sit there on the phone at 3 am
And she asks me where it all went wrong
You see, I could start from the beginning
But that would take me too long
All you need to know
Is that we were both to blame
But I won’t apologize
For being afraid
Because you gave me countless reasons
To walk away
But then it was my fault
So it didn’t matter anyway
About a summer later you show up again
You tell me that you miss me and you want to be friends
But several weeks later your mind had changed
And you tell me that your feelings have rearranged
Of course I had doubts
We’ve been here before
But in the end I believed you
When you said you were sure
So I guess this is my fault
And I’ll sit here and grieve
But if there’s ever a next time
I won’t be so naive