I'm sorry
If my inability to believe good things
Is wearing you thin.
I'm sorry
If my instability, appearing as a lack of trust,
Is wearing you even thinner.
I hope you still believe me
When I say
I love you.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryCompletely uncensored thoughts and observations, about most anything. Non Fiction #87 // Poetry #193 © Papyruspoet 2014.