My heart is dark.
I cannot shake doubt, this feeling of exclusion.
Something important about him is missing from my vocabulary. I can’t put my finger on it, but it’s there.
I want to believe him, he deserves my trust, but something is lodged inside of me.
Whether it’s by my own hand or his is yet to be seen.
What is love when alongside doubt? I think it reeks of guilt.
There are no details to share. This is it in a nutshell: either I’m creating chaos or identifying it.