No Trust

Even though I hate her
I still miss her.

I miss someone to talk to.
I miss being held.
I miss being heard, at times.
I miss my neck being scratched.
I miss the SHORT moments of happiness.
Even though they were short, I was somewhat happy
I miss falling asleep with her.
I miss waking up next to her.

What I miss the most is:
The trust!
Which has been obliterated!
I Do Not Trust No Longer!
Which means I can’t love no one!
…Not even myself!

Joe M.
8-31-04