Do You Trust Love?

No

Why not?

Because it never stays

I get a taste, a scent, a feeling

Yet, when I come back it is gone

How am I meant to trust something

That just comes in and out of my life?

Creating its own revolving door to the point

Where I never know when it’ll come or go?

Creating the heartbreak

And the expectation

That I’ll never have it in my life at all

Not consistently

As if it’ll always go

Right when I’m used it, BAM!

It’s gone.. Again.

Right when I’m happy, KABOOM!

It disappears.

It’ll say “sike” and drop me like a sack of potatoes

Slamming on concrete

That’s what it’s always done

So how… How can I trust something so fickle?

So inconsistent?

Only there when I need it most?

When I want it

All Of The Time.