We are never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy. - Walter Anderson
Blank pages spew out of this torn notebook
Like trust, broken
the pages continue to spill out, unstoppable.
They're words written on these lost pages
Words of love and happiness
but
the pages continue to spill out, unstoppable.
All my words
My precious memories
Now running wild across the floor
I have no choice but to close the book
Slam it shut
The front cover glares back at me
All the pages have been torn out
Nothing left to do but throw away the empty shell.
It's useless now.
All this "trust."
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