The world, the stars, revolve around me. I lay in the decedent grass, each piece lay still and watch the clouds. The trees swing and sway, dancing with the breeze. The wind spreads a sweet summer scent over my body, and I take it in. The birds woe each other with song, oh how I am longing to do the same. Your words scared me half to death sometimes, “I love you.” I believed you and took your words. For a few months you were indeed true, but then you spit them out like over- cooked cookies. I just wanna scream and loose control, throw my hands up and let it go, but because of you, ‘trust’ no longer exists in my love vocabulary.
Belief In You
June 4, 2010