Naive

We spend our lives

trying to Be.

Be better.

Be smarter.

Be stronger.

Be prettier.

Just- to Be.

Be someone worthwhile.

Of course we do.

Who doesnt wake up each morning

wth the hope

that someone is going

to fall for us?

We strive for that feeling

of acceptance

and love.

Yet how do we forget

to find love for ourselves;

while we wait for another

to find their love for us?

Oh, how naive the soul

that roams each street alone,

wishing to find somone to love them

enough to take away the pain.

We are raised to believe that love

is the greatest reliever.

It can heal the wounds

and warm the icy blood pulsing through our veins.

We believe that the love of another is enough

to wash away

all pain and suffering.

Oh, how naive the soul that believes

that the love of another

can ever bring

an ounce of love

for oneself.

Another’s love cannot fix the broken.

Cannot heal your wounds.

But can only open them again,

and numb the pain for a little while.

How naive, we are,

to wish for this every day.