Trust-issues

I may or may not have a hard time fully trusting people. I want to, I know I should, but still I can’t shake the feeling that everything is temporary, which in turn means that nobody’s going to stick around forever. How can I know that the moment they leave won’t be same moment that I need them?

This song came to be one afternoon when I was arguing with myself, but I’m going to stop myself from getting to longwinded about why and how. Here are the lyrics:

I’m the dog at the other side of the door
Howling to be let in
He can’t love me enough for the both of us
It’s scary to try but I will

If I speak it aloud maybe it will lose its power
I want to stop crying my weekends away
I can feel it in the back of my throat
the type of lover that chokes
It is time I change

Wild things live in my restless limbs
Begging to be heard
They whisper things about changing winds
How nothing can tame a free bird

How tattoos fade with sunlight and shade
Time takes it’s toll
And the tear that burns, what if, what if
That time was the last that rings firm

If I speak it aloud maybe it will lose its power
I want to stop crying my weekends away
I can feel it in the back of my throat
the type of lover that chokes
It is time I change

I know my need of knowing
Tells you more than enough
As I cross my fingers and toes
That it will suffice

If we let 30 years go by
Is it possible to still smile
In the close company of
One another’s eyes

And I may take my losses premature
As the blind side is my fear
With my hands in my pockets
I want to dare

To think that there’s hope
If we keep it up
To think that there’s hope
If we just let go