I’m trying to capture a feeling without a word;
naming something that cannot be.
I was told to ask you this one thing,
“how dare you make me feel safe?”
Because in the end you betrayed this thing…
a thing I never have: trust.
I’m stupid.
I’m gullible.
I’m sad.
You’ve turned my honesty back on me
and cut me so deeply.
But it isn’t me.
I’ll keep telling myself, so I can trust again,
that I have issues,
but the issue here isn’t me.
By: Caitlin Schemmer
