Naive

I wish I could just believe
Like I used to believe in you.
I wish I had it in me
To believe anything was true.

I wish I didn’t have this doubt
That clouded me, like anger.
Wish I didn’t feel like falling in love
Was a terrible aching danger.

I wish I could hear someone call me beautiful
And not immediately think they are wrong.
I wish I was the woman I used to be
Solid, willing, capable, and strong.

I wish I had someone next to me
Every time I grieve.
When I start to let someone in though,
I always think I’m being naïve.

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