Mistrust
Poetry by G. Melesaine
Art by Fernando Amaro Jr.

Mistrust whom everyone seem to love
Had a thing for snuff
Had a thing for luck
Had a thing for drugs
Had a thing for Trust
Whom noone seem to love
Asked where U from?
First time some1 spoke instead of acting dumb
Budged in UR mind, U culd see it in the eyes
So UR thoughts get rushed
And the chase gets cut
Now its in UR gut
That U both want to touch
Plus its on the hush
The run drives U nuts
But it makes it lush
Thus the love gets tough
For the first time Trust gets loved
And the chase is done
The first day U fuck
And U think its love
Though its in UR gut
And it was ob-vio-us
Mistrust is just a slut
But U havent had enough
Because its become a drug
And UR thoughts get rushed
Everything else gets brushed
And now the whole world has a grudge
But noone ever seemed to love
So U don't give a fuck
Ur thoughts at night arrive at dusk
Then Ur heart gets crushed
And now the love gets flushed
When U find that Mistrust IS a slut
And the whole worlds grudge
Is only because they too have fucked
Now UR completely done
And its become so tough
Because Mistrust just fucked U hard enough
Where U don't trust noone
Ur time w/love was just a fuck from a slut
And now everyone seems to love
And U've become the drug
That the world wants to touch
And they want that rush
Even if its just a cut
Everyone wants to take a little piece
just like that slut
And they've always wondered Y U run
And could never trust
So now U run from lust
Even if it may be love
Because UR too damn worried its just Mistrust
Who just fucked UR love
Until UR heart was done
And the world that wants that love
Always gets to none
Because when Trust's first love was a slut
When noone else seemed to love
It took with Trust all that connects with love
Because after the lust
Or after the fuck
Or after the "bullshit maybe it was" love
U became infactuated with all that comes
And theres too many and it makes it tough
And U still wonder what it was
Why the world began to love
Ur getting calls to fuck
UR about to give it up
or Maybe U just have a thing for luck
But U have a thing for drugs
And UR losing love
And U know that U could be a slut
Because everyone wants to touch
Than UR thoughts get rushed.
And U stop.
Whats done is done
Im in no rush to touch
Im in no rush for love
If it come it comes
Im not passing out fucks
Because whats done is done
But I think its a plus
Because I found out how to fuck a slut
And thats without a physical touch
Is to keep my Trust
To keep my love
and to never end up as a flux
Just to become another pawn in the game of Mistrust

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