Too Much Light

I only see the good in people.

I see all the light

And cannot see the dark.

Some would call it a gift

To see so much good,

B ut I call it curse.

Constantly coereced into believing my eyes.

Expecting pure hearts and steady hands.

Always caught off guard

By underhanded remarks

And unintentional digs.

I feel it.

I feel all the hurt they cause

But I cannot see the dark until its already upon me.

I see only the good in people

The good intentions

And softened hearts.

And that is why I love so many.

Come to know so many pure white souls.

And soon you’ll be licking off your fingers

The salt of the good willed.

But eventually it will spoil.

And you will be left with that rotten taste in your mouth.

That taste that tells you

You trusted too much.