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Trust is A Girl in Blue

Poem

· poetry

Trust wears a blue pendent necklace and converse; her jeans are cuffed at the bottom, one sock is patterned, the other plain.

Her hair is solid gold and shines like rubies, she keeps it swept back on hot days and tucked under a purple hat in the cold.

Trust doesn’t hold back when she laughs, it fills the room with music and warms your heart with its decadence.

Trust is compassionate, her brown eyes spill over with it; the bright gold reminds you she’s human too, the deep chocolate tells you there is something left to learn.

She never locks the door at night;

she leaves a light on in the window in case a stranger looses their way and needs a place to call home;

she never ends a sentence with suspicion, she never starts one with doubt;

at night she wears her shirt inside-out and her shorts backward, because life is a funny thing and there’s no one right way to do it.

Trust loves frozen Swedish fish and raspberry cheesecake, she drinks earl grey with cream when Doubt has broken her heart, she drinks red wine when the moon is bright, and sparkling cider on nights when the world around her won’t sleep.

Trust has polka dot sheets.

Trust keeps only spoons in the house because she believes everything can be ingested with Grace.

Trust loves the fall. Trust writes with purple pens. Trust sends notes in the mail to random addresses in case the person on the other end really needs someone to believe in again;

she calls to strangers on the sidewalk and walks with people in the streets,

she carries a bag of tissues and a candy bar at all times;

she wears yellow rain boots, she dances when the sun sinks.

Trust loves jazz, the way that it’s new every time she listens; trust adores twinkle lights — the ones that sparkle in the trees like miniature fires.

Trust knows everyone by name, even those who don’t recognize her.

 

By Riah Raine

Trust wears a blue pendent necklace and converse; her jeans are cuffed at the bottom, one sock is patterned, the other plain.

Her hair is solid gold and shines like rubies, she keeps it swept back on hot days and tucked under a purple hat in the cold.

Trust doesn’t hold back when she laughs, it fills the room with music and warms your heart with its decadence.

Trust is compassionate, her brown eyes spill over with it; the bright gold reminds you she’s human too, the deep chocolate tells you there is something left to learn.

She never locks the door at night;

she leaves a light on in the window in case a stranger looses their way and needs a place to call home;

she never ends a sentence with suspicion, she never starts one with doubt;

at night she wears her shirt inside-out and her shorts backward, because life is a funny thing and there’s no one right way to do it.

Trust loves frozen Swedish fish and raspberry cheesecake, she drinks earl grey with cream when Doubt has broken her heart, she drinks red wine when the moon is bright, and sparkling cider on nights when the world around her won’t sleep.

Trust has polka dot sheets.

Trust keeps only spoons in the house because she believes everything can be ingested with Grace.

Trust loves the fall. Trust writes with purple pens. Trust sends notes in the mail to random addresses in case the person on the other end really needs someone to believe in again;

she calls to strangers on the sidewalk and walks with people in the streets,

she carries a bag of tissues and a candy bar at all times;

she wears yellow rain boots, she dances when the sun sinks.

Trust loves jazz, the way that it’s new every time she listens; trust adores twinkle lights — the ones that sparkle in the trees like miniature fires.

Trust knows everyone by name, even those who don’t recognize her.

By Riah Raine

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