Wisdom Within Naivety

I drive by your old apartment from time to time.
Manchester seemed so foreign to me then, the scary big city.
Now I realize just how small it truly is.

I was pure, untouched, and tired of being completely innocent.
You had a thing for girls like me, enjoyed showing us how.
Originally I said that I was waiting to be in love.
Good thing I cast my morals aside since love is still alluding me.

You were someone I convinced my young mind that I liked.
The truth was that I used you as much as you used me.
I may have been naive but I recognized the opportunity and seized it.

And why not? It made things far less confusing when no emotions were involved.
Yours was a willing body to use, mine fulfilled your interests as well.
Be it good or bad, it was nothing more.

Yet I drive by your old apartment and wonder if I was wise or naive with you.
Did I determine my future encounters with boys by giving it up so easily to you?
Would things have been different if I waited?

No regrets; a motto I try to live by.
It still hurts that I can run in to you years later and you barely can acknowledge me.
I drive by your old apartment from time to time
And wonder how things would have turned out had I said no.