A Note to my Naive Self

I once told myself I knew love,

but love didn't know me;

I believed it was all wondrous,

and wondrous it was

to the very last of its existence,

where I left it to be a memory;

I once told myself love was what I needed,

but love wasn't needing me;

And so she withered away in this winter,

her petals sliding off my frozen heart;

through the summer wind she drifted free

to find the love I once spoke of;

I once told myself I was in love,

but love wasn't in for me;

Reviews

[Kruppz]

You're such a great poet. It's a little sad poem. You don't merely write; you narrate. And you're darn good at it!

[Acropolix]

Not all stories are joyous, but the truth need not always be merry. Sometimes a little pain can teach you to avoid a lot of pain. Thank you for your kind words.