Prattle

Learning from my past was fun,
I look back and saw how naive I was.
I cried at the silliest things,
Laughed at serious matters.
Believed  heroic tales of love by some idiotic men,
And their poetic confessions of feelings.
Forgave people that repeatedly lied to my face,
Oh and I loved and trusted the wrong guy too.
People think I never changed,
Yet here I am silently sipping my champagne,
Listening to their tales
Like a stranger to a baby's prattle.

April 7, 2020
11:41AM