After the Failure of Trust

by Sparks In Shadow

Photo by Fadzly @ Shutterhack via Flickr

You want me to prove my love for you with my trust. That kind of proof can cost lives. We who love are blessed with more lives than one, but I’m much less than whole.

I am warm blood and flecks of spirit. Those may be what you love. Or you may hate the sight of a woman smashed but clinging to what she holds dear with as much passion as she has for you. Do I know what you hate?

I have small chances left and don’t want them consumed like a meal. I don’t give away trust anymore.