Every time I open my eyes

You break my trust

Again.

I have a hard enough time

Convincing myself

It's worth getting up in the morning

Without your quiet betrayals.

Even when you are good

I can never know.

I'm so overwhelmed with anxiety

And you've taken advantage of me

So many times

It doesn't make a difference.

I find myself wondering

If I will ever trust you again.

But I know

Of course I will.

I always do.

That doesn't mean I should.
.
.
.
Did you betray me this morning?

The answer at this point is

You may as well have

And you will

Every morning

Hereafter.