Our broken hearts stray towards the edge of eternity,
with a future so unknown,
that it's feared more than this familiar pain.
Trust is like an eraser,
getting smaller with every mistake,
until it eventually disappears or gets thrown away for good.
You can give it your best shot,
but trust is not something that can be restored
to how it once used to be.
We never stop counting the tears we wasted
on every single memory stored.
We believe that without a rainbow of hope,
we will forever falter in this cold, lonely life,
without the warmth of closure.
