Trust

Struggle with
Doubts
As they sweep
Through my body
My blood
It seems
Is old itself
And almost can’t
Withstand

Trust

Let down
Backstabbed
Hurt like
Anyone can
Be

But I still
Wish to be
Vulnerable
As trust hurts
Let me be so

Trust to tell
Of stories
That otherwise
Wouldn’t be
Written

Because of
Trust
Not thanks to

Because of
Worry

Paranoia and pain
Loving it all
Like hands
To action
We love them
When they
Hurt
Since we know
It means

They blister
With force

Like when
On a hot day
At recess
We tear our palms
On monkey bars

To impress the girls

We love it when
We feel motion
When we feel
Connections

When we feel
Wanted

Especially when
Desire burns
So much
To blister

We love trust
As heat bubbles
It hurts so much
When we worry

That we haven’t
Connected
But

We love it

Passing notes
Across desks
Damaged by
Vandals

Not worrying much
About the content
Of each
Classroom

Elementary
Middle School
High School
College

And what’s same
Each year
Is that I
Worry

That messages
Sent
Read what
They mean

That trust
Persists
Across those years
And massive distance

That there’s no
Miscommunication
And there’s no
Double meanings

But over miles
And moments

I’m vulnerable

I still worry

And I
Love it