I try. I try so hard to trust you. Trust me, I do.
But sometimes trying isn’t enough. Sometimes time just doesn’t cut it.
Sometimes love is not blinding, but treacherous…
Making us doubt the person we love the most, each and every single word.
But that’s trust.
Trust is a bitch who never forgives, who never forgets, who never regrets. Trust is a bitch that leaves and seldom comes back again. And if it does it’s after stirring hell up and forbidding you heaven. Trust is THE mother of all bitches, the one you don’t fuck with. Trust is the one that teaches you a lesson, as many times as you need a repeat.
And if it ever comes back, it comes home, yet leaves its luggage by the door. At the slighest sense of being-fucked-over, that bitch is gone.