You don't trust me -
nor belive me
when I state that it was
an honest mistake.
You say that you do
but I know you don't.
Considering that you
always snoop around
on my phone.
Even though there is
nothing to find
because I have
nothing to hide
because it will
never happen again.
I trust you
but you don't trust me.
I've forgotten your fault;
please forget mine.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020
