Trust is glass.
Once broken, it develops a crack.
That crack is hard to mend,
instantly impossible to trust again.
No one ever sees,
no one ever knows,
that you hide your feelings deep inside,
hesitant to let them show.
You gave someone a part of you,
something you knew they could crack.
You insisted they couldn’t,
they wouldn’t,
they shouldn’t,
hurt you and stab your back.
But all at once, the glass shatters.
Your head hangs with sorrow,
closing your eyes and softly hoping
to assemble the pieces tomorrow.