Trust is an ephemeral thing
built upon facades oh so feeble
and ever-changing people

Trust is a fragile thing
put upon capricious beliefs
and ever-shifting feelings.

/əs/
pronoun

:broken embers
waning from the fire
it used to be.

forgive my propensity
to write incessantly
'bout this woman dear to me
for I just cannot resist
her essence that subsists,
that encompasses my entirety
my unconscious
it compels me
to write her, a poetry.

The way that my heart is collapsing
is making me breatheless
The feeling of not being able to do anything,
leaving me helpless.               

'Cause I have no right to be jealous
No right to demand
Painfully watching in the sidelines
While you be happy with another man
    
I know its my fault
I'm just afraid to lose you bad
Afraid to lose
What I never had.