Trust Me

Trust me, he said

In the middle of a mangled breathe He said

Trust me

What else could you possibly do when someone gives you a hand and it’s all you’ve ever wanted

He said trust me

the first time I didn’t

I had this feeling, but even without any rhyme or reason I said

I trust him

And the word gets all used and abused and the meaning becomes more of a plea than a promise it becomes a don’t leave me

Or a tell me you see me

And then we are just this great divide

Standing on the same street on different sides

Still saying trust me as we go our separate ways

Still making weak promises for better days.

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16 Comments

mukul chand on March 2, 2016 at 9:32 pm

nice poem.

umashankar on March 2, 2016 at 10:33 pm

You have beautifully captured the sad swiftness of the life of a relationship, and the transience of trust.

dominiquebarrentine on March 2, 2016 at 10:41 pm

Love this

SyedaFR on March 3, 2016 at 7:18 am

Wonderfully crafted!

amanpan on March 3, 2016 at 11:12 am

Well done!

Rustic Recluse on March 4, 2016 at 1:37 am

thanks for coming by my site, and i enjoyed reading what i’ve discovered here. this piece is beautifully crafted. i’ll keep reading!

radhathali on March 5, 2016 at 10:33 pm

Oh my god!! This is so beautiful!

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