What if things can never go back to the way that they were?

What if I can never go back to the way that I was?

What if no friendship will ever be the same again,

If I can never fully trust?

I can.

I know that I can and that I will.

But I’m so paranoid.

A single cloud in the sky and it looks like rain.

I’m scared that I will run, run, run away…

That I will sabotage genuine connections,

Because I have lost the ability,

To believe that some people are genuine.

But there is a deeper fear,

A greater fear.

A fear that I am right.

That I let myself be tricked,

One more time,

The lamb in the lion’s den.

I am too wary,

To enter it yet again.

I could always be right.

But I won’t know,

I will never know.

Not

Until they strike…

…

…

…

Maybe it’s not worth sticking around.

i don’t think i want to find out