Trust is such a fragile thing.
Rather like a spiders web.
Sticky, mainly in the mornings.
Often wet with misplaced tears.
Trust is the spider,
Although not a widow,
it's darting round,
annoying the breathing, bleeding insecurity.
Loss of trust can be a spider bite.
Poisonous.
Laced with hemlock for a slowly suffocating death.
Remember the old adage,
if you love another soul,
pray let them fly free,
If they return.
May no more words be uttered,
For surely it is meant to be.
(c) Livvi