What do you do when trust...
is grinded to dust?
A fine powdered substance...
that corrodes like rust.
Where everyday you deal...
with paranoia from another.
Sometimes from a mother...
cousin, sister or brother.
Mine is from a lover...
based upon my past actions.
Even after months have gone...
I still feel the reaction.
Of distrust and fear...
worries of future disloyalty.
This wouldn't be a problem...
if trust had a key.
So I could open it up...
like a lock.
Then all the fear would stop...
and we would be happy.
If trust is broken in the future...
it won't be by me.