He held your hand, but didn't grasp it. He said I love you, but crossed his fingers. He slept next to you, but wasn't with you. He invited you to come, but wanted to retreat. His words were hollow, his heart was cold, his smile false. Trust was a funny thing. Mess with it, you mess with the fragile parts, and fragile parts break. From the cracks grows a monster, with the monster comes destruction. So, my dear, when you hold her hand, grasp it. When you say I love you, mean it. When you sleep with her, dream with her. When you invite her, take her with you and don't let go. Trust is everything, and for it to be broken is dangerous.
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a collection of deep thoughts
Poetry☻swimming under the midnight rain☻ Simply pages of thoughts, feelings, ideas, spilled out into words. To get out before I go mad.
