"I trust you."
Those words escaped his hollow eyes;
They crept into mine.
It felt like all the ghost escaped its graves,
And embraced me for days.
I couldn't let go of how it sounded so real.
And when the battle day came,
He was the first to leave.
And until this very moment, I keep playing back that very second;
For a split moment,
When I really did trust him and beyond.
I feel like a broken record player.
I can't stop saying those three empty words.
"I trust you"
I here them echo.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
