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Doubt
There is no need to trust someone until I want a commitment. Once I have fallen in love and want that person and only that person, trust becomes what ties–
Trusting is easy unless or until she lies.
Once she lies my trust is damaged, doubt is now choking trust. Doubt is evil; it’s that devil on my left shoulder.-
The more it speaks the more it gets colder.
As much as I try to ignore that devil and hear the angel on my right shoulder singing to me, the devil’s whispers get through–
Everything it says makes me feel blue.
Those whispers resonating in my head like the chime of a church bell echoing off the mountains. I hear everything she says and pick up on the little slips–
The more my hearts rips.
I see him calling her all the time as his name pops up on her phone. I know that she still talks to him, it shows that she has not let go–
The more my doubt begins to grow.
Even though she says that I am the only one, doubt, that devil hears and sees things, putting things in my head every chance it gets–
The more my mind begins to fret.
I want so much to shed this doubt, to release the worry, to free myself from what ends up being insecurity, inevitably resulting in conflict–
I just want to be rid of it.
If she had just stayed honest, if she would just walk the line. If only I could stop caring, if only she did nott matter so much. I need to trust her again–
Doubt needs to be silence, he is not my friend.
If I can’t let go of this doubt, it will consume me and destroy this–
A case where ignorance would truly be bliss.
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