Trust is the hardest thing to earn
and yet I wonder if ever really trusted you
or if it was just
that I wanted to believe
I could have something
so good in my life
if not for a short time
I was warned you would hurt me without meaning to
I knew it, I knew it would come to an end
the happiest seeming year
that I could look back on the past and smile
but I was hurt, am hurt, still in pain
and yet you've moved on so quickly
I can't look into the past but with a learned
feeling of numbness and a filter
once my best friend, then my “love”,
and suddenly I want to hate you
but I cant..oh I can trick myself into thinking
I could
but I'm not sure I have enough in me
to even try
and yet that's what I'm doing isn't it?
Trying. Just to live.
Trying. To forget.
Trying. To do the best I can do.
With a wounded heart and a lost mind.