Trust

Trust me, I trust you, a shout to all, we are two.
I will do what I say, will you?

Incipient as this word may sound, my trust in you is duty bound.
From where it came I do not know, but I sense and fear it may not continue to grow.

I listen, watch and observe what you do but always ask myself this, Is it true?
Do you honour your word and always do me right,
Or carefully choose your words to avoid a fight.
Do you choose your words to match your actions,
Or do you do what you to do to avoid an angry reaction.

Do you mean what you say and say what you mean,
Or am I mishearing, because I am overly keen.
Do you have your secrets, as I do mine, nothing cosmic all benign.

I have no idea what in your mind, you keep that close all the time.
All that I know is up until now you have been kind.
It makes this so confusing, and a daily grind.

Despite what you say there is a creeping sense of doubt, something tells me I am about to find out.
If past experiences are to go by and the future to be foretold
I know what I feel, but can't help but sense you are becoming cold.

I have no evidence, or proof to display just my intuition tells me, it may play out this way,
I hope I am wrong and these thoughts melt away as I try not to think about this every day.
Do you trust me as I trust you, always and forever I hear you say, trust me!