Trapped

Love like you should, give all you could.

Trust, it comes in form of belief.

She puts herself on hold, she conveniently places herself in this vulnerable position.

Just waiting, for series of possible dissapointments.

An answer, she was dying for.

A reply, that never came quite peacefully.

It hurts, it's suffocating, for she's trapped in between.

You and everything, not abit fuck easy.

It hurts fuck badly.

Words they were, so simply.