it's broad daylight, everyone from a far waves at me how crude it is to be seen— as someone calm and steady and naïve but i hope they don't go near, it's enough to let them see once, not twice i hope they don't go near, the sun is just above me and my shadow is smaller but darker in broad daylight
And it stared at me again Dead in the eyes But I avoided its gaze reluctantly Once again Hoping maybe I could avoid Its tempting hand Hoping maybe I could escape Its eternal grasp When hoping for these things Only seemed to prove my ignorance— My naïvety.
I don’t even know you and your making me feel this way. I want you like a soul mate, a beloved. I'm so naïve, I should smack myself. You're a possible stranger danger, but I want you so much that I don’t even care anymore.
i think the reason why i fell so deeply and helplessly and utterly in love with him was that he was not broken. i thought that maybe loving him would somehow unbreak me, make me a little less shattered than i was. i have seen and felt and fallen and broken and aged and heard and been more than i ought to have but there's nothing i can do about that now. and so i was drawn to his innocent, unbridled naïveté, which may as well be the last thing that has been left untouched by the bitter darkness of this world.
This is more of prose than poetry, but I felt that this style matched my thoughts better somehow.
Don't you ever get tired of the show you put on Or did you begin to think it was real Do you ever get bored of lies you live Or did you begin to think they were the truth The only truth you have you steal Too much an actress Too much a fool Too full of youth Naïve by choice For its **appeal