When I feel sick,
I don’t understand
all the complex details
of medical-science,
so I have to trust a doctor
to cure me;
but I trust with trepidation
because doctors are human
and so unomniscient and fallible;

I do my best
to apprise myself
of the medical-science
about my health-condition
so I do not have to blindly-rely
on the doctor,
and so I can make wise choices
about my healthcare
to optimise my health, joy and happiness.

It isn't something new to science....
It isn't science fiction and a dream to come....

Your heart recalls your past and takes you there when needed.
With your heart you see the future.

Knowing when to use it, when to share it, how far to trust it and when to risk it is the lesson to be learned.

The key to dreams and memories....

there's a cavalry
that gushes out like river water
when the wall tilts
a few staring games away
and yet its never a game
until it is--
a house of cards
and you,
a sweet nosedive.
sleeves long enough
to swallow hands that flinch
from careful collision
and i'll tell you my name
and maybe where i'm from
and maybe where i went to school
but i'll save the rest
like a maybe-midnight-snack.
i'll fold my body in half
'til you could only get past
the purgatory of where
i deem myself unbreakable.
i sometimes get cramps
from choosing to remain
a mystery
long enough to be a mystery to myself
so i apologize
if i sometimes mistake
the butterflies for wasps.
a mummy but in caution tapes,
anxiety like a badge of honor.
i guess what im trying to say is,
i swear,
i like you.
but the words
come out like bricks.

I swear I never seen an enemy
Because many friends claim their true
With their hands covered in my blood
I swear yu think I did it too
The smile of friend
Who swore they always there
And a mother saying baby
Be careful who you trust
A wolf is always there

Does a joyful and happy romance
require trust
between partners?

In an ideal
joy and happiness society
would every person
be wise and virtuous?
And therefore
would every person
be able to trust
every other person?

the thing is, you will never move on.
you will never forget it.
you will never get over it.
it will haunt you until you die.
it will torment you like a nightmare
every time you close your eyes,
it will burn you, constantly,
over and over again like a thousand bees
stinging you all at once.
you will never get over it, my dear,
i can tell you that.
and i cannot promise you
that it will get better either.
maybe it will.
but for most, it never does.
so im sorry you were ruined
at such a young age,
that such a young and innocent life
had to be taken so soon,
even before you were really gone.

I don’t want to leave him
what I mean is
I can make it the 216 hours
till we both go
I fake love until we don’t have to create it
but what if  one day the roles change
I the one who gets lead on instead of love
will I wish the trust over the comfortable lust

We were similar,
we still are.
We used to understand,
and support one another.
Stripping vulnerability,
over vulnerability.
Our friendship was deep,
our trust rung strong.

But then you grew thorns,
that would *****
when I would come near.

I just wished we helped
one another bloom rather
than let our insecurities
strive us to compete
as to who will bloom
better and faster.