The truth of the matter is we all feel as though we are owed trust from the beginning, but trust is earned over time and once lost it becomes a much more difficult journey to salvage it.
I am fragments of broken trust, destroyed by your little boy insecurities.
This is how I watch the ashes of our relationship settle, but somehow the embers are still burning for me.
His star-spangled pride was
everything you never thought
you could possibly have been
pulled into by.
You weren’t ready for the love I was to give, and I wasn’t patient enough to teach you the lessons you needed to learn for yourself.
I want you in the quietness, sitting side by side on the bus talking about everything and anything or even nothing at all.
You are everything and nothing that I would have imagined someone to be. You are lines of numbers when I am but letters strung together that don’t quite make much sense, and yet I want to formulate a sentence in this language you’ve grown so accustomed to.
When he spun words that you always longed to hear, they meant everything to you and nothing to him. Because in the end, he was getting what he wanted from you at his convenience, and you were playing a game he had rigged from the beginning.
Is there a time limit on how long you can continue to love someone after it’s supposed to be over?
I’m afraid to be alone in this asylum at night, when walls trap me in isolation with my thoughts.