i n / b e t w e e n

i

t r u s t e d

you,

with a million doubts in between every

“i believe you.”

spaces created doubts about loyalty,

and you filled the emptiness with other women.

time whispered insecurities about honesty,

until each second together was a question.

& lastly, hate brewed between the love,

the one that was felt so deeply before, but now was merely a wisp.

trust should have no spaces.

it should be loyal & honest & love.

you pressed spaces in between

each word

each promise

each “i love you”

and soon,

i began to stop trusting

even myself.