Trust: A spoken-word poem

And that's when it hit me.

You have got to get your act together man.

You give and you give, but what does it matter?

If you can't give her what she wants,

if you can't give her what she needs,

then she won't have any reason to stay.

I'll fix things, I say.

I trust you, I say. Again.

—­You've said that before.

Right where it hurts. I never thought I'd be the one hearing that

instead of saying it.

I know, but this time it's different.

—How?

she says. Well, I can't say that's not a valid question.

Can I?

Wait, think...

She's right. She's right. What am I gonna do this time to make it different?

How can I just trust and give her the benefit of the doubt this time?

Ready, set...

I'm gonna love you this time.

I'm gonna believe in you this time.

I'm gonna hold on to every single piece of good this time.

I'm gonna believe. I'm gonna believe you this time.

When you say you love me, this time I'm gonna go home that night and write in my journal:

"She loves me today; she said so, and I know that she would never lie or deceive me.

I'm gonna remember the time when you had a secret

It was more than just a secret. It was a time bomb

that had four short months left tick-tick-ticking away.

You put it in my hands and said, "I'm gonna cut the green wire

and it's gonna save both our lives, but it'll only work

if you hold the bomb."

I'm gonna keep my promises this time,

and I pray that God gives both of us the faith

we need to get through this nightmare together.

I'm gonna jump

and listen, this time I don't have a parachute.

If you say you'll catch me,

I will not be afraid.