Trust 

Everyone trusts someone. Even if it’s themselves. Trust is abused, it’s beaten everyday with a cold metal bat. It tries to stand back up but trust gets kicked back down. Trust can be broken, and trust can be given. We get someone to trust us, and use it. We break it. And try to gain it back. Trust shouldn’t be given out like a present. We can’t be given trust just to return it for something better, newer. Trust is a privilege, it’s a symbolic word that we hold on too when our doubt flood our innocent minds. Trust is having hope in something or someone that they will do the right thing. Most of the time, the wrong thing happens. The thing that’s twisted up like two branches trying to grow in the same space. Once trust is broken it will never truly and fully be patched back up. You can stitch it everyday with new thread hoping the seams don’t break. But they do. They will, a little less each time. But they will never be new again. Those stitches with never be the first ones, and will never be perfectly placed. You can bandage up a broken window. But that shattered window will never become new. Those empty cracks will never fill up and disappear with no marks. Trust should be handled with care, like it’s you’re last glass plate. You shouldn’t throw it down because new plates arrived.