Poem: Trust
The shifty look in your eyes-
it's as if you don't trust me.
The skeptical tone in your voice-
it's as if you don't believe me.
Smiles for you are pointless
when you think they're fake.
Telling you I loved you
was just one big mistake.
The worried frown upon your lips-
it's as if you don't trust me.
The shrugging of your shoulders-
it's as if you don't believe me.
Hugs for you are meaningless
when you return them, unsure.
Kisses on your face are worthless
when you don't feel them anymore.
The doubtful questions you ask of me-
it's as if you don't trust me.
The slow nod when I tell you things-
it's as if you don't believe me.
Talks with you are worthless
when you suspect that I'm lying.
And your lack of faith in me
has only resulted in my crying.
Endless days of your mistrust
cause me to fall into your mold.
The mold of who you think I am...
unfaithful, untrustworthy, and cold.
And so to your suspicions,
I have finally adjusted.
You know me all too well, my dear.
You're right, I cannot be trusted.
it's as if you don't trust me.
The skeptical tone in your voice-
it's as if you don't believe me.
Smiles for you are pointless
when you think they're fake.
Telling you I loved you
was just one big mistake.
The worried frown upon your lips-
it's as if you don't trust me.
The shrugging of your shoulders-
it's as if you don't believe me.
Hugs for you are meaningless
when you return them, unsure.
Kisses on your face are worthless
when you don't feel them anymore.
The doubtful questions you ask of me-
it's as if you don't trust me.
The slow nod when I tell you things-
it's as if you don't believe me.
Talks with you are worthless
when you suspect that I'm lying.
And your lack of faith in me
has only resulted in my crying.
Endless days of your mistrust
cause me to fall into your mold.
The mold of who you think I am...
unfaithful, untrustworthy, and cold.
And so to your suspicions,
I have finally adjusted.
You know me all too well, my dear.
You're right, I cannot be trusted.
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