Trust this…

Trust is such a hard thing to swallow. True intent exposes the heart left hallow. Even the I.V. drips dry the thirst gets real. If you’re here today, ok, I’ll believe that much until I’m forced to heal. Bcuz losing friends is something I’ve known all my life. As emotions slide from the face from time after time. Enjoyed you’ll be for as long as luv lasts. Just don’t do to much and lose yourself to wind up in my past. That’s where use opens up the mind. And self becomes aware of all the lil petty lies. Those that you fend off in a forever never reached your true luv. So ease on up on falling into a rush. Comfort sometimes gets boring as fuck. But the one that’ll rest in the balance will be clutch. Eyes may not know what they’re a witness to. Wanting anything more exciting as you’ll call a truce. Moving up and down on someone else’s dick. Him moving in and out while you rub your clit. As the tongue dives deep to come up with the same ol words. Speaking of how you’ve both found worth. It’s for the believers and not the fact seekers that pretend to go along with feelings leading the charge. Claiming the whole time you mean no harm. As the red flags add up in your mental stability going astray. You’ll think of me as I’m not the one who is afraid. There’s moments when all of our characters become someone else. And then it’s back to who we truly are as no one is felt. Rarely riding the hype in slow mo. It’s always gimme a gimmick until covers are blown. Honesty is singing you meaningless thrill shortly lived in luv. As the precise second will enlighten everything hushed. So handle with care of what you possess. Charm has a weird sense of humor that may lack a bit of interest. Most of everyone are as selfish as deceit lurking just outta view. And that’s when you lose. As what you’ve altered to tango hasta revert to living loose. To gather distance that has fallen from within. Damn near daring you to live. The feel of switching gears just might stall you out. To fade outta sight to correct the mindset needing not to be so loud. And you’ll think of me as you comprehend why I let you go. Your head is your true home not just anyone is allowed to roam freely in your space. As everything you encounter revolves around your thought process. It’s you in this world nonetheless. Attempting to find that groove that you don’t havta grind in the trenches. Hoping one day your offensiveness isn’t so defensive. I trust that if you’re here I’d open up until you’ve decided otherwise. Then it’s back to life…