Trust
Is his most expensive possession:
You just
Cannot fathom
How much insecurity
He attaches to that word
And how much
It hurts him
To let people in
And stop stooping in
A shell
For introverted souls.
And oh, if only
You hear the frantic bells
That go off when you ask,
"Do you trust me?"
And sorrowful seas seep into his mind
So that he ends up drowning quite fine
The moment you say,
"DON'T you trust me?" -
Conjuring up false contraptions of trust
Shouldn't be a crime for people like him.
Don't you dare look at him with such disgust
He tried so hard,
But it's all gone hard:
You can't peel his heart -
Just forfeit the trust fall part.
(Thanks, in advance)
