Trust?

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I leave my hand out

and beg you not to hold it


It's open and inviting

and I'm shivering

and I'm crying


you grab it anyways

I'm relieved


I'm relieved

and I feel thieved


I trusted you

now it has been stripped away

you are still holding on

surprisingly strong


my protests are losing will

and my head is no longer ill


so I leave my hand out

and beg you not to let go of it

but doubt, doubt doubt

you had done it anyways

so we can't be okay

can never be okay.



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