Trust
Trust is a very hard thing for me.
Every man I have ever given my heart to has stomped it into the ground, while I was obliviously smiling in the sunshine and cooing over how happy I was.
I am always left in the pit, flogging myself for being blinded by love.
This time I am trying to love with my eyes wide open, but I find myself suspicious, when all he asks is that I trust him.
I am trying, it is very hard to do both, when you have been smacked in the face so many times.
So I repeat. Trust him. Trust him. Trust him.
I wonder when I will figure out how, and I hope I don't regret it.
Every man I have ever given my heart to has stomped it into the ground, while I was obliviously smiling in the sunshine and cooing over how happy I was.
I am always left in the pit, flogging myself for being blinded by love.
This time I am trying to love with my eyes wide open, but I find myself suspicious, when all he asks is that I trust him.
I am trying, it is very hard to do both, when you have been smacked in the face so many times.
So I repeat. Trust him. Trust him. Trust him.
I wonder when I will figure out how, and I hope I don't regret it.