two short poems, not really related:

"a common misconception"
"what you don't know, it won't hurt you,"
(true): when I'm buried alive in the hole
of your lies, it'll be quick, and, painless.
"what you don't know, it can't kill you,"
(a common misconception).

"naive"
a friend of mine used to say,
when we'd talk about the pretty girls
we wanted to spend our lives with,
that, "when one door closes,"
well, you know. I didn't really
get the picture, though,
until I was standing on your porch,
where you slammed
your life shut
in my face.