Trust You

The wish hangs heavy, a fragile glass,

"I wish I could trust you," whispers pass.

But shadows shift across your face,

A landscape altered in a fleeting space.

The weather veins, your moods they turn,

From sunlit smiles to lessons sharply learned.

Inconsistency, a restless tide,

Where solid ground begins to slide.

We preach forgiveness, understand,

The flaws that shape humanity's hand.

"We are all humans," echoes low,

But trust requires a place to grow.

And here's the truth, a bitter sting,

Not just in you, the doubts take wing.

"I can't trust myself," a whispered plea,

The shifting sands inside of me.

So where does that leave loyalty's art?

Perhaps the answer's in a different part.

Not blind belief in promises made,

But acceptance of the light and shade.

I cannot trust you to be perfect, true,

To always feel the way I need you to.

But I can trust you, strange and bittersweet,

To be precisely who we both meet.

A flawed reflection, honest and bare,

A human story, etched with care.

And in that truth, a fragile start,

To build a bond with an open heart.