Trust..


a dangerous notion

judgement's curse

a poisonious potion

deranging minds

Hearts shattered

of the sincerely kind

Faith is a fever

of things broken the first


Excitement about something

phobia of nothing

The dynamic subconscious

in a part-time bliss





I push these thoughts from my mind..but they return stronger and more determined.
To make me weep and fret.
It engulfs me & I become a shell of confusion and fear..



I scream louder, now I'm crying.
Insecure, Foolish.
The fear, it only magnifies.
It's breaking me apart.



As we grow learning to hide and to fear
It's certain we are not what we appear.





But he seemed so nice..so harmless..











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