It is an issue.
The length of time, irrelevant.
How many times is too many?
Counting, waiting, hoping(not hopeful)
It wreaks of omission.
Not necessarily distrusting, more of a
waiting room of paranoia.
Blame will never shift.
Buried to the brim with love
Tormented with guesses and assumptions.
Blank spaces fill up with past bruises
Black and blue
attempting to discover anything that is
true.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
It is an issue.
The length of time, irrelevant.
How many times is too many?
Counting, waiting, hoping(not hopeful)
It wreaks of omission.
Not necessarily distrusting, more of a
waiting room of paranoia.
Blame will never shift.
Buried to the brim with love
Tormented with guesses and assumptions.
Blank spaces fill up with past bruises
Black and blue
attempting to discover anything that is
true.
trust issues
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