Trust

I realise I've trusted you with no questions asked.
I realise how stupid it could have been if the answers were not what was expected. How I never even doubted at any second.. it never occurred to me to ask these questions.
How naive am I. 
I guard myself, you and us with all ferocious thoughtfulness, but get blind-sided by you.
Why do I let myself down this way, and realise it too late.

This time around, my only hope is it's not too late.
And that my trust , this naive naive trust I've placed around you, me, us.
That is not ill founded.
That you will always know, the unconditional depth of it
   and the naive shallowness of it.


That lost girl, trying to understand the grown ups world filled with temporary pleasures by jaded beings but devoid of genuine emotion and feeling.