La Fiducia.

Trust is verging on a nervous breakdown.
Heading towards extinction like a rare breed of lovebirds.
Lies, not of the white kind.
This time I failed to turn a blind eye.
Did you believe that I couldn't digest it?
The truth is at large.
Like a serial killer who left one clue too many.
Inscribed on your face like a name etched on a park bench.
Following you around like your own shadow.
Body language shunning the sordid subject says it all.
I'm a big girl now,
in this,"Trade it in for a better model society."
I can stomach the reality.
It's your make-believe that throws me.
When I questioned your fidelity you projected your rage so viciously.
Like a boomerang.
What goes around comes around.
Was I your second choice? or just a safe house till your next stop?
You can't kid yourself forever.
You can't deceive your inner-child.
Trust has been broken.
You merely had to tell the truth as it's a start.
Although it's a well known fact that you can't re-heat the minestrone.
It has a tendency to repeat on one and leave a bitter after taste.
So there it was.
As everything else.
Swept under the carpet.
Stored in the attic.
Buried for you and forbidden in conversation.
Funny how I bear the cross for your sacrifice of our trust.
Trust.
It's severed the principle artery that pumped love into my heart.
Circulating numbness and disillusion for the years of illusionary love I pursued.
I swim like a goldfish in this thick,dense soup,simmering gradually to boiling point.
What is left but a residue of insincerity.
We are but a recipe for disaster my love.