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Trust
Why do we trust?
When they all disappear...
When they all turn to dust...
When they all trip...
And they all fall...
Why do we let them in?
When we're never going to see them again...
I trusted her.
It'd been so long.
But she had to go.
And move away.
And in a few days I'll be seeing someone new.
I don't want to be angry.
But I am.
And even though I cried.
I know it won't change anything.
I just have to make the best of it.
Castrophic thinking...
That's what she said.
In one of our first sessions, she told me:
"After having so many bad things happen,
in such a short amount of time.
You've learned to just expect it after a
while..."
That's what she said to me.
And now she's gone.
I should've known this would happen.
That's what I get for being optimistic.
I gave--
I let in--
I trusted--
I got screwed over again.
But it hurts still...
To know she was helping me.
To know that it felt like she cared.
Who settles their professional in one place,
then decides they want to go home?
Just go home to begin with--
Don't mess with peoples' minds.
And break their hearts.
Get them to open up.
And then drop them--
Walk away--
Leave them to fight their way out on their own.
Unsure where to set their feet.
The hill is too steep.
And the edge is where I lean.
And then they fall...
You should've stayed...
Just break our hearts.
And throw our trust away.
When they all disappear...
When they all turn to dust...
When they all trip...
And they all fall...
Why do we let them in?
When we're never going to see them again...
I trusted her.
It'd been so long.
But she had to go.
And move away.
And in a few days I'll be seeing someone new.
I don't want to be angry.
But I am.
And even though I cried.
I know it won't change anything.
I just have to make the best of it.
Castrophic thinking...
That's what she said.
In one of our first sessions, she told me:
"After having so many bad things happen,
in such a short amount of time.
You've learned to just expect it after a
while..."
That's what she said to me.
And now she's gone.
I should've known this would happen.
That's what I get for being optimistic.
I gave--
I let in--
I trusted--
I got screwed over again.
But it hurts still...
To know she was helping me.
To know that it felt like she cared.
Who settles their professional in one place,
then decides they want to go home?
Just go home to begin with--
Don't mess with peoples' minds.
And break their hearts.
Get them to open up.
And then drop them--
Walk away--
Leave them to fight their way out on their own.
Unsure where to set their feet.
The hill is too steep.
And the edge is where I lean.
And then they fall...
You should've stayed...
Just break our hearts.
And throw our trust away.
Published 3rd Sep 2015
| Edited 15th Sep 2017
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3rd Sep 2015 11:25am
interesting piece; having to read it knowing i'm the villain in the tail just as she is. hate to say 'shit happens' but we learn from such things, growing stronger as we do - hoping someday it won't have to be this way. i really like this, Paige - nice one.
4th Sep 2015 9:50pm
This is raw and honest no doubt cathartic to put onto paper.
People we meet on our walk of life are also on their own journey.
Keep the good bit from your time with them and look forward never backwards
Fantastic piece of writing
People we meet on our walk of life are also on their own journey.
Keep the good bit from your time with them and look forward never backwards
Fantastic piece of writing
