I trust you.
But I know not of what attracted
You at first..
I always see diamonds that would
Fit on your left finger..
But I know not of your future
Picture..
You used to filter your words before
You utter..
But now...
You just pull out the fish with its mud
And feed me..
Whenever I agree to disagree with
Your one-sided decision..
You just bust down the door
And run to whoever you find
Your temporary bliss from..
You won't understand
Until it's your turn to dive In..
Because I've warned you.
I might not be around to perform
The 'Mouth to mouth resuscitation'

Buven ThePoet