Trust: Let me know when you are around.

Tell me, how good it is to read between the lines?

Is there something in between? Or is it plain and as it is?

If I were to see and not think, would it do me any good?

And if I try to read and analyze,

Will I see if I try?

Will I believe everything I see and expose my heart again?

Or stay behind and hide and read between the lines?

Will life be fair this time around?

If trust comes back, when will I know it has begun?

Will it take me away from the cage of trying to see between?

Or will it lay my heart over thorns?

I wish I didn’t see. I wish I couldn’t see. I wish I couldn’t think.

I would equate thinking to torture, because I think too much.

Trust - please let me know when you’re around.

I’m too tired, too desperate, too fooled and too proud.

I fear the pain of breaking once more.

I want to live again. I am too tired think.

 

 

Reviews

[JohnL]

Quite a profound piece. Perhaps we all 'write' between the lines at times and perhaps at others we don't. Perhaps we are sometimes the same when reading and how much sadness is in the world from reading writing that wasn't there in the first place. But wouldn't life be dull if we only wrote bare fact and disguised nothing? It's a hard line to walk - to 'not write' or not to 'not write', That is the question. The inverted commas prevent the split infinitives - I hope!
You got me thinking.

[Shawna Lea]

I really feel this poem. Trust, please tell me when you are around. I'm busy hiding between the lines right now. I don't think I want to trust anyone new... at least not now. Good write. :)