| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| Trust It's the tiniest of lies but big enough to crush my insides and in that split-second in the little word "no," all by itself you throw a scrap of food to the caged beast, Insecurity, who in turn breaks loose and pays a visit to Fear before the rape and pillage of my heart. Reconstruction becomes more than words. And actions are required now to carry the burden of taking what's left and filling in the cracks. So stand on your scaffold and paint me Love and Hope, so at some point Trust will come back, unpack her bags, and settle inside me again. |
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