Add a pinch of dye and a dollop of lies,
Bake your promises at 180 degrees
And sprinkle with “I’ll always be here”.
Not that I’m fooled, I thank you for trying,
Don’t blame yourself – I’d walk
Out too if I could.
No hard feelings, I know it’s my fault.

Maybe I’ll sew a patch over the heart on my sleeve,
Eventually they’ll find out – eventually they’ll leave.


5 thoughts on “trust

  1. I’m really useless at offering constructive comments on poetry. I just really love this. I imagined it being read out loud.
    Maybe one semi-constructive thing: “180 degrees” is probably the most common baking temperature (in ºC, anyway) but it also implies a U-turn – it adds a subtle layer to the breaking of promises.

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