Why do I doubt someone who has given me no reason to mistrust them.
It must be because of You.
The past that swiftly winds around my chest until I suffocate, and leaves me gasping and clawing for air.
The past that immobilizes me when the situation is even slightly re-enacted.
The past that tells me I am not worthy to be loved so well and unconditionally.
The past that snakes into my mind and creates unheeded jealousy.
*Why.