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Cerasium Aug 2016
Your love is strong and stronger still
Though you have left from my sight
Though it was not your choice
How can I know that we were right

Many have tried and yet none are right
So where out there is he
My love for you has grown sibling
And I know not of its return to mate

My soul aches and thrives to love
But who is my match to love
They wander from me to hide their presence
So I am not able to see

Why must they make me hurt
I can't take the pain no longer
To him I must be a disease
To not be shown this life
svdgrl Jun 2016
if i trust you

if i trust you

if i trust you

you could take it all away again.
too scared to show you
my heart is bored with the same old sadness
don't want to you to rip me
a new one.
don't need to feel as real
as i feel every single day
i think of what happened.
inspired by burial
Ry Elle May 2016
I like to pretend that everything is perfect
That I don't know how much you love her
That we're safe in this bubble
Of love and loyalty
But we're not
And even though I keep quiet
I hope that you feel the thorns of my lost trust
When I touch you
I hope you see the red in my vision
When I look at you
I hope you taste the venom of my anger
When I kiss you
Because sweetheart,
There may be peace on the outside
But you're both in pieces in my mind.
Devashish Kumar Mar 2016
Brain was a happy place where
all the memories lived together.
There were occasions of mistrust
but it seemed like a good place to live.

Like every society, there were
some unsocial elements in Brain too.
But the good memories could
keep them in control easily.

But something changed in Brain.
Negative thoughts came in large numbers.
They were heavily armed and
were well trained for combat.

The good memories, the core
defence of Brain, were helpless.
They lacked the necessary skills
and the “good will” wasn’t enough.

All the memories were terrified.
To make matters worse, the bad memories
colluded with the negative thoughts.
They leaked vital intel about the defence.

Once the good memories surrendered,
all hell broke in Brain.
The negative thoughts became unstoppable.
They tortured the memories to death.

In this time of terror,
the memories needed a leader.
Someone, they could look up to.
Hope came to their rescue.
People are like water

They all seem the same

But taste different

-Kaya
Division is the tool to try
when all you want is fear.
They relish that we're paranoid,
and thrive upon our tears.

Hoping we'll turn our anger out
and rise in arms to strike
at those whom we can hate and doubt
at those we don't look like.

It fuels those who would aim for more,
those whose scruples are unjust,
those who seek a favoured war,
with trepidation and broken trust.

Mislead and swindling Holy writ,
coercing faith to poisons tool.
With hope from those so full of ****
must gain endearment from the fool.

Whatever your religion be
don't let them speak in your name
cause then the light we'll never see
and they will win their game.
The devil can cite scripture for his own purpose.
“William Shakespeare” The Merchant of Venice.

Dec 15th 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
If I could lock this all up in a bottle
Fill it with stones, I'd throw it into the water
And watch it as it drowns
All my sorrows, all the pain
Along with the disasters and too many betrayals;
From those that I loved most,
Or so I thought,
But it turned out they weren't themselves at all.
It doesn't sting it just tears
Everything completely apart.
As for the last, I had already learned why not to trust
But still you have to trust someone even though you know not,
Because that's just the way that the world has to turn.
You still believe a few,
However you believed them all when they were false.
But you have to put faith somewhere so you do,
Yet you're still terrified these as well aren't true.
If only it were a foolish boy
Then life would live on and it wouldn't matter,
Because anyway it's to be expected:
That guys will break girls hearts.
No, if only, but no
Instead they're your best friends.
Except they're not,
Everyone's just fake now.
There's no realists anymore.
If I could wash away the deceitfulness they gave,
Maybe someway a wound could heal.
But it can't 'cause it's too deep
And infected with grief of those you thought existed;
Instead everyone is just misleading and manipulative.
The worst thing because you could never see it coming,
Until it crushes you to near death.
Betrayal at its best.
Fakers at their worse depth to the innocent.  
There is never an end
Just torture.
Adi Nov 2015
It takes a lot for me to trust a person.
But not a lot for me to be loyal.
I'm always willing to hold a person's life in my hands,
But seldom will I let someone hold mine.
I'm always willing to listen to someone,
But seldom willing to talk.
I don't trust people often
And it's because I don't trust
My opinions,
My decisions,
My emotions,
Myself.
"Know yourself,
Know your worth" - Drake
Tahirih Manoo Nov 2015
Mistrusful people
Who would regularly doubt your loyalty
End up alone,
Don't they?

Those who want only their way
And cannot give room for yours
End up alone,
Don't they?

Persons who push others away
Even though they want their love
End up alone,
Don't they?

What of those who may mistrust every now and again,
Who more than usually prefer their way
Who loves you dearly
But yet sometimes pushes you away
They don't end up alone,
Do they?
5:16 pm. Friday, 20th, November, 2015.
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