A little thing called trust
ForeverFighting
Registrant
Falling. And then standing again.
Trusting with the fear that you will hurt me again.
But you don't. You support and pain with me.
I'm more afraid.
I will trust more, expose more, feel more,
with the fear that you will hurt me again.
But you don't.
I'm more afraid.
You're the first one not to hurt me. But I'm flawed.
I'm damaged. I will make you hurt me by doing something,
some action, some word.
It's happened before.
The trust, then something I said, then the pain.
But was it something I said? Or was it an abuser with no regard for life?
Don't leave me. I'm flawed. That's the reason.
So damaged you must leave, for who would want such a damaged person?
And yet you are damaged.
So I trust.
I back away. I fear and hurt and crawl inside myself, hoping to disappear.
They didn't kill my soul. They killed the trust.
My obsession. Fear of falling. Fear of you abandoning me.
The first trust I've ever tasted. I know you'll leave.
I'm not allowed trust fulfilled.
Yet my addiction to that which has never been felt before pursues me.
I will trust again with the fear that, even though you've never hurt me, you will this time.
I'm more afraid. I'm more alone. I cannot endure this.
If only my trust had not been assassinated.
If only it could stand by me, strengthen me, and make me whole.
It has fallen. I must build it for the first time all over again.
I'm afraid.
Trusting with the fear that you will hurt me again.
But you don't. You support and pain with me.
I'm more afraid.
I will trust more, expose more, feel more,
with the fear that you will hurt me again.
But you don't.
I'm more afraid.
You're the first one not to hurt me. But I'm flawed.
I'm damaged. I will make you hurt me by doing something,
some action, some word.
It's happened before.
The trust, then something I said, then the pain.
But was it something I said? Or was it an abuser with no regard for life?
Don't leave me. I'm flawed. That's the reason.
So damaged you must leave, for who would want such a damaged person?
And yet you are damaged.
So I trust.
I back away. I fear and hurt and crawl inside myself, hoping to disappear.
They didn't kill my soul. They killed the trust.
My obsession. Fear of falling. Fear of you abandoning me.
The first trust I've ever tasted. I know you'll leave.
I'm not allowed trust fulfilled.
Yet my addiction to that which has never been felt before pursues me.
I will trust again with the fear that, even though you've never hurt me, you will this time.
I'm more afraid. I'm more alone. I cannot endure this.
If only my trust had not been assassinated.
If only it could stand by me, strengthen me, and make me whole.
It has fallen. I must build it for the first time all over again.
I'm afraid.