The person I trust the most, I don’t trust at all.
How is that possible?
With much reason for the wall that surrounds my heart,
I still hang tight to every word that you speak.
I cherish every “I love you” , as if ill never hear it again,
and though I speak to you in doubt, every “I’m serious this time”, gives me butterflies. I believe you.
My energy comes from every promise.
And my existence, from my minds fantasies of us.
Surface, the few simple, short moments we embrace each other……….
don’t seem so surface to my heart, but with great depth.
Those moments are my life.
Foolish I am for being so naive,
but is that not LOVE?
Is LOVE not blind?
It is dumb for me to believe that all that is said, done and promised is true…
not only from you, but myself as well.
Yet, I still hang tight to every word that you speak.
Even in our most trying days, I will believe in you.
Unfortunate to myself, and hoped not be used as your evil advantage,
I will turn my back on that which is wrong within us;
not to be oblivious, but to forever feel your love.
A feeling I’d die without.
The person I trust the most, I don’t trust at all.
