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 Jun 2015 Serlina Rose
Talula
I'm sorry
It's all my fault
I didn't mean to hurt anyone
But what's done is done
Not everyday
That you lose TWO people you love

Trust is fragile
It's like a rare glass vase
One tap too hard and it shatters
And it might never be fixed
Or it may take forever to replace
Trust is like a bucket of water
Balancing on the tip of a needle
One little blow
And it can be gone
Just like that

Trust is like a rare treasure
One only few people ever find
But I fear I've lost mine

But I swear I'll search
To the ends of the Earth
Till all that treasure is regained
Because, my dear friend
I'll do anything for you
You mean everything
You are my everything
I'm so sorry Jennesiss. Please, please forgive me.
In the case of loving someone,
Don't trust them to never hurt you,
Trust them enough to know that they are only human and they are bound to err..
Trust them enough to give them freedom and space,
Trust them enough to know that their human nature can sin in anyway possible,
Trust isn't about perfection,
Its about knowing and accepting the fact that someone can sin against you or even hurt you but you choose to take the risk because you know that they are worth it,
Don't make trust a burden for anyone,
Trust simply and love truly..
Trust really isn't anything close to perfection,its just love being willing to get hurt cause it would be worth it.
Vulnerability is trust
Trust is vulnerability
Carefully tread these dark waters;
do not lose yourself.
It is that thing, when you give them your all,
And you believe they're not going to bring your downfall.

It is that thing, when it gets broken,
You cry and try to forget it, just leave it unspoken.
As humans
during our
first year of life
we are supposed
to learn
how to trust
other people
for the
basics

but what are
we supposed to do
as we get older
and the hurt
increases
and the pain
won't subside

what about
when
our learned
balance
of trust
versus
mistrust
goes away

what about
when we
lose ourselves
and we are not
children
anymore
Erik Erickson's Stage Theory: Stage One of Eight
My trust was the knife
You used to stab me in the back
But all in all I wish you goodluck
In truth lies a content soul soaring free
In lies is a heart guilty tethered to tree
 May 2015 Serlina Rose
Havran
I remember
you
as the leaves were
on that fine Autumn;
stunning,
and
fleetingly
beautiful.

I'll remember your hair,
and your warmth,
and your fingertips
as a constant reminder
of Summer,
for You are
my first breath
of Summer;
my Summersdawn.

And though
we are no longer
what we used to be,
I do still love you.

Do you know the saying?

"When you love someone,
they stay in your heart
Forever."

Well,
perhaps
it's in the way
you hold my hand
or say "I love you"
at night,
or maybe
it's in the way
your loving eyes
bring me daylight.

Because
You
will
always
be here with me.
D.C., You are my sunlight in the storm
stupid people asking the same
  stupid questions
thriving on the electricity of being so full of **** they were probably
born into it
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