I don’t trust him.
After a long night of arguing I finally convinced her I would give it a chance.
Something is not right though, and I plan on saying whatever I have to in order to figure out what it is. We’ve come this far and I can’t help but wonder if the isolation is finally getting to me, if maybe I can’t let my guard down and see this for what it really is. But then in comes that screaming paranoia.
Reminding me how many times it has kept me safe.
How many times it’s been right.
How many times trust has been wrong.
There’s a reason things are too good to be true though, and after everything we’ve seen, I’m not willing to let that instinct go so easily, not after all it has done for me.
So I for now.
I will play along.
But I don't trust him.
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