Left Behind Poem by Jess Patterson

Learning how to trust
is learned through love alone.
But with a opposite family
trust wasn't learned at home.
Until the day I met
a boy that meant so much
what turned into a deep love
started with a selfish lust.
When a mistake turned into a fault
a party foul of the worst kind
I didn't think forgiveness was handed
or if he could make up his mind.
Time turned slower
making bodies wilt in decay
when eventually your returning
turned around a new day.
Since then ties were made
and promises were strongly said
trust soon developed
from what I once left dead.
Weeks bled into months
we turned our lives as one
merging on a path
that I thought couldn't be undone.
Than that day came
which I should have known all along
when you would tell me your leaving
without ever knowing your wrong.
held above so long
you threw me under water
drowning I seek assistence
in hope for another tomorrow.

Trust.
It's a hard thing to come by. But once learned it can turn the happiest people into the truest of all. Souls can bound together and learn to accept the other's faults with an ache of happiness just knowing that the person is theirs. Forever....

But if broken...
Than the world turns it's face. What once looked so innocent, now bears walls of burden. Where one thing once held truth now holds suspicion. No one is real. The eyes that once held honesty and contentment. They are now hollowed through. Like digging a grave in the ground, you can see in the hollow and know that the once beautiful green grass...is now a dark deep hole. It's lonliness in the worst form. Though surrounded by people. Family. Doctors....
help.
Though surrounded by the world, the suspicion gives way to apathy. No one is trusted with a heart that is tattered and shredded. The eyes are hollow. You look into them, and you see a reflection in the glass. No soul. No emotion.....

No trust.