Trusting you is like carving open the shell of my heart:
rarely does it ever go without a twinge of pain, but
underneath it all, underneath the battered walls and ruptured vaults
something else happens inside. Like gentle waves from the sea
trust begins seeping through in gradual, careful amounts.
My heart becomes a cup in your hands, filled to the brim with the
earnest hope that it remains unbroken, unspoilt, unspilled–