No Naivety, No Story

I was all in—heart first, head last.

Believed love was enough, held fast.

Saw her as sacred, a prize to defend,

Blind to the game that she played till the end.

She smiled, I surrendered—no shield, no sword.

She lied, I forgave—no lessons absorbed.

Five times she wandered, five times I stayed,

Each sin confessed like a debt she delayed.

She wore my trust like a crown of fools,

Mocked my belief, rewrote the rules.

Loyalty, love—I thought they would bind,

Yet she saw devotion and sharpened her mind.

No naivety, no story—that’s how it goes.

A heart unscarred never really knows.

I learned too late, but I learned it well:

Love without wisdom is a love built to fail.