i have no idea when, how or under what cercumstances i wrote this poem, but i', pretty sure that i did because it was on my computer under the file of things atht i have written. that and i have a slight memory of having written it. i believe it was in response to somehting my friend said. she implied that everyone acts puerile most of the time, but only notices it in retrospect. i got angry at her for saying this, because it implies that everything is silly and if so, than why do anything?

naïve

we were all naïve,
foolish even,
back then,
back with the
should haves,
could haves,
would haves,
back when consequences
were never sought
and approval was the greatest
reward.
looking back,
i realize how foolish
i had been
and realize
that looking back on this moment
i will seem foolish still.

is it all really worth it?
when self-love
is the price?


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