Distrust

"Best friends don't keep secrets from each other...right?"

You messed up.

You told me you cut.

Then you realized I now knew,

And back into your shell you withdrew.

 

I told you I understand,

And tried to lend you my hand.

But you slapped it away.

Tried to move to another day.

 

You pretended I didn’t hear,

And once again tried to disappear.

But I’m not doing it this time.

This time it’s not fine.

 

You’re more important than the world,

A unique and beautiful girl.

You’re my best friend.

And on the phone I am crying on this end.

 

I didn’t know before today.

If I did I would have tried to say,

“I’m glad you trust me, I really do.

But this isn’t right. This isn’t good for you.

We all love you a great deal,

So put down that razor made of steel.” 

Then I would hug you, a tight way,

But then you would push me away.

Because you bury your trust in a chest in the dirt,

I understand your caution…but why does it hurt? 

Author's Note

What do y'all think? ;)