Isn't trust a funny thing? Days, weeks, months, even years of effort to build that sense of stability, The drunken confessions you were too ashamed to share when of sound mind, Showing the vulnerability that could slaughter you if shown to the wrong person, The lingering touches that you won't allow anyone else to attempt, leaving that invisible mark on your body that only the two of you know are there, Taking in what they say without even the smallest glimmer of doubt no matter how critical of a person you are, It takes days, weeks, months, maybe wven years to create such stability within the structure of trust. And yet it crumbles with one wrong word or action, Your hand too far down, tone the slightest bit off, the smallest fault in your expression that shown annoyance, the miswording of one sentence, And it all falls down Days, weeks, months, maybe years are now needed to fix what was destroyed in seconds.