Trust

I'm not mad you left.

I'm not mad you lied.

I'm not mad we didn't work out, that we didn't last,

We didn't follow our dreams together.

I'm not mad we failed, or that you're gone. I'm not really mad at you at all.

I'm indifferent. I don't even miss you, anymore.

But I'm still mad.

I'm mad because I don't think I'll ever laugh with someone else the way I did with you.

I'm mad because I don't think I'll ever connect to someone as deeply as I did you,

I'll never relax with someone the way I did with you,

Exist with someone as closely as I did with you,

Have another conversation as deep,

Powerful,

Or as simple as I did with you.

But that doesn't make you special.

That doesn't mean you were best at any of those things,

You stole them from me,

Stole the parts of me that allowed for such simplicity and complexity to exist in harmony as we did.

I'm mad because I don't think I'll ever laugh with someone else the way I did with you,

Not because I loved you the most,

Because I trusted you.