Trust is the most fragile thing
That ever exists.
It’s a glass that you
can throw
And instantly shatter into pieces.
These tiny broken pieces
Are a myriad of things and feelings
Of a love hoping to bloom
Of fear that was kept but now unearthed
Of peace that was now disturbed
And of betrayal and agony that now lingers.
A broken trust is paranoia that hovers
And every word, feeling, person is now filtered.
A broken trust can be a dying of a dream
And the hurt person is not what it seems.
For when trust is gone
Promises not kept are now lies
Faith in humanity slowly dies.
Or maybe a day will come that someone tries,
To wipe that cloud of doubt in one’s eyes.
Piece by piece it will be restored
Though not in its original form.
Slowly the heart is bound to open
Till it’s able to trust, again.
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