Without Trust You Have No Love ( a poem by debileah aka deborah leah krempa )

Without trust you have no love
I know this is so true
That if you cannot trust someone,
How can you have faith in them?
Open arms cannot be folded,
Until death us do part, he broke my heart
Trusted him with my life, I was his devoted wife

Trust me, he did not even trust himself
Ran with strangers in the night, as demons plagued inside his head
Unaware of the grave he was digging, was his own...
Searching for a climax never to be known, a selfish high
That only could be found in his dreams, the ones that died

You know he walked like a zombie, with dilated pupils
Out there chasing her on those city streets, only to find her
Utopia, she does not exist, as he ties a strap, for a fix...

How can you trust someone when they do not trust themselves?
Another lover taking my place would've been much kinder
Veins that collapsed from the abuse of hypodermic needles
Evenings spent in anticipation, call backs from his dealer

No love have I ever known, for I could never trust him with her
Out there on those city streets, for want of china white

Love me? I wonder sometimes now that she had her way with him
Of all the men I ever loved, I gave him my innocence and my trust
Very much he used me and abused me, damn well confused me
Each and every minute he spent wasted on sweet heroin...

Reviews

[Bhavya Kaushik]

That was very poetic. Loved the rhythm of this piece a lot :)
"Love me? I wonder sometimes now that she had her way with him
Of all the men I ever loved, I gave him my innocence and my trust
Very much he used me and abused me, damn well confused me
Each and every minute he spent wasted on sweet heroin..."
Ah! That is as poetic as someone can ever get!

[Donald Cole]

oh wow, been there, I know this one, as do you. wow
impacting, quite a taste of reality in this one, a bitter reality. And it seems to happen more and more in our world

[An owl on the moon]

Yes, how love and trust must be woven together for lives to stay close and strong... And here you look back at that dark dream taking over... the pain that filled the veins and stripped all goodness away... So very sad...

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Reality of Love trust the happenings as for positive only.......

[Rick Puetter]

Hi debileah,

A painful poem. I have read others of yours about this painful past. This seems to haunt you. I can see you are wounded to the core. If you could move beyond this, it would be a wonderful thing. Please forgive me if I go too far. It is only that I feel your pain so keenly.

Regarding the writing...Well...I think the pain comes through agonizingly well. So this is certainly accomplished. We feel what you feel--the goal of any poet. So very nicely done with very high marks.

May you find the peace you need. I'm guessing that you find some of this peace in the love of your children. I hope so.

Best regards,

Rick

[Tate Morgan]

A persons trust is a dear thing and not to be sold cheaply