Trust shouldn't be our problem.
Because Love is not love without Trust.

Vulnerability is trust
Trust is vulnerability
Carefully tread these dark waters;
do not lose yourself.

Trace the scars at her back.
You'll find a constellation.
Trace her tears when it streaks down her cheeks.
You'll find a lonely river.
Trace her hair strands.
You'll find an aromatic flowerbed.
Trace her fingertips.
You'll find hurricanes and tornadoes.
Trace her soul.
You'll find yourself.

As I light this third one,
your face came up to my mind.

I suddenly wished that your love is like smoking.
When I desired to let in the smoke,
the addictive nicotine of your love
inside my pitiful tired airbags,
I could easily tell myself
to exhale the white
lung filtered ghost
out of my system,
out of my life.

But your love doesn't work that way.
Love is inking your name on my skin
deep through my bones (if it can).
Living in me, thousands of needle bites
In each second piercing through who i am
for the rest of my breathing years.
And through the pain, your name is complete.
Yet when you leave,

your name, your love,
will remain
in blank ink
on my young
cigarette-fumed
skin.

It's two hours away from seeing you
and I'm nervous.

I'm nervous because,
it will be the last chance I'll be with you.

I'm nervous because,
it will be the last chance that I'll feel your arms around me.

I'm nervous because,
i know that later will be our last kiss.