I wonder whose arms I would run and fall into if I were drunk in a room with everyone I have ever loved

I admire you,
I really do,
The way words flow through you,
Almost like you're some form of prophet,
Each syllable etching a new crack of brilliant clarity in the timeline of our former hazy days.
I admire you,
I adore you,
Let me keep you.

Hell is loving you in my sleep and waking up alone

If there's different types of love,
Then there can definitely be different types of trust