Poetry

TRUST

Such a big word.

Such a meaningful word.

Yet, it becomes more meaningless.

To him.

To her.

To them.

To trust someone.

That’s all I want.

To know that no matter what,

He, she, they’ll always have my back.

Someone to trust.

When I’m happy.

Scared.

Lonely.

Sad.

When I trust.

When I love.

A love that can be trusted.

A trust that can be loved.

Yesterday, today, tomorrow.

Always.

Trust.

Such a big word.

Yet it seems that its meaning is fading.

Day by day.

Night by night.

Until there’s no more left.

Until all is dead.

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