when the trust is gone
There is nothing I can do
to bring that feeling back,
to trust you again.
Here I am-
vacant.
Our relationship exists on the guilt
of where you would go if you weren't with me.
And that is no place for me to be.
If you didn't live under my roof,
sleep in my bed
this relationship would be dead
and gone.
How you have rifled through my things,
my journal
to find nothing- has rendered our relationship
terminal,
but the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach
keeps me from moving on
to get you gone
I can't seem to shake you
even when the trust is gone....
©2000 - 2008 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.
©2000 - 2008 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.
