Trust

Sometimes I don't think people understand what trust means
To a person who has a hard time giving trust, it means a hell of a lot


Trust is like a window that you look through,
Perfectly clear, maybe a little scratch here and there,
Most friendships have those little issues you can look back on,
However those don't break you, they are just set as reminders 
Of how strong your friendship is,,,
Of how strong that window of friendship is


Life continues like this,
In a clear glass sight,
A nice glass to see the other person through,
A nice friendship.


Until one day you notice something on the other side,
That friend you thought was so close, holds a hammer,
They slowly lift it to the glass and tap,
This hammer is called a lie.


Glass shatters, 
Glass flies,
And now you can look at the ground 
And see your friendship 
At your feet...
gone


You take a step back,
You wonder "what have they done"
They took that clear, clear glass
And now there is none


And there the pieces sit,
On the ground all around your feet,
As reminders of the horrible things that person did to you,
And you wonder why they were ever your friend at all


Some day you may decide to pick those pieces up,
You may just start to put them back in place,
But do you know how long it takes to put back a giant broken window...
A long, long time. 


Years may pass, and finally you fit in that last piece,
After working so hard your window is never the same,
You can see the person on the other side,
But now through a different view


Now when you look at that person, 
All you see is what they did,
The aftermath of the lie they told,
And how you will never forget


You can never see that person the same,
After all they did to you,
There are now a million shattered pieces,
Of what once was your perfect glass,
Your perfect  trust


Their face is a little blurry,
Their words don't sound the same,
And never again will you allow that person,
To be let completely in.