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trust?

im sorry. i dont know that word.

maybe its something you could explain.

maybe its something you could teach.

but you say its something you feel.

feel?

that doesnt ring a bell.

i lost feeling so long ago.

i lost it when my heart was broken.

i lost it when reality hit.

like a ton of fucking bricks.

was i living in some sort of dream world?

i guess.

but it was so pretty there.

so bright, though i knew my eyes were shaded.

the music there was lovely, though i knew it was only there to comfort me.

to fool me.

beware of hollow kisses girls, because these kisses kill.

beware of lying eyes sweet thing, they love and then they leave.

and now eden is gone, the real world remains.

the real world.

what a horrible place.

what a sad concept.

what a place to live my life.

its not bright here, rather dark as the buildings crumble down around me.

and the music is nothing but the devil laughing in your face.

the people scream, and they cry for their children.

i look around for my love, but his world to me seems bright, ill never find him here.

im looking for a hope misplaced.

maybe its in your pocket.

please, if you happen to pass by, take me back.

i want to go back,

back to my eden,

back to my smiles.

even if they were fake.

better than these scars.

these scars that i pick at every night,

that i yearn to reopen.

but i pinky swore, and thats so much stronger than a promise.

and i cried.

did you know that?

i cried so much.

and im sorry.

but i told you that.

and i told you all my problems.

and i told you all my worries.

or at least most.

i wont bug you with the rest.

i shouldnt talk about my problems.

always nagging.

always needing.

and if needing someone is so weak,

then break all my bones and just let me lie here.

let me be in love.

love?

yes, i think ive heard of that.

something that intertwines 'trust'  and 'feel'.

something that brings back the eden i once knew.

god, just let me go back.

please erase these scars.

undo all the damage done,

restore childhood memories of love and trust.

let me feel, i feel it again

i feel it in my heart.

let me trust, and rediscover the meaning

i trust him with my life.

if you can love, you can trust.

if you can trust, you can feel.

this has been a lesson in love.