They waved in front of me
Like a matador does to the raging bull
But, through ignorance, I chose not to see
What clearly was right in front of me.
Maybe I had too much faith in people.
Maybe I trusted prematurely.
Maybe I was easily deceived.
Maybe I’m crazy.
Maybe I liked the red flags.
A new challenge, I thought.
Someone who has a wild side.
Red flags once were a rare sight
Or were signs I chose to ignore.
But not anymore.
Now they’re everywhere I go.
This new perspective is not necessarily a loss of trust
But more of a grim realization.
Red flags aren’t challenges.
Red flags aren’t enjoyable.
Red flags aren’t mysterious.
They’re just red flags.
So, next time someone waves one
Coaxing me with malovelent intent
I’ll make like the matador
And step out of the way.