Trouble

You got too comfortable,

but it wasn’t your fault.

I got comfortable around you

and invited you

into my life.

You were right one time,

so I decided

to trust you again.

Why not?

You proved

your loyalty to me.

I wrote a story

whose title I can’t remember.

I was so proud.

It was my best work.

You offered me

an encouraging smile.

With my anger on the page,

nothing could go wrong.

I released it

like you advised

and tranquility surrounded me,

offering relief.

Then came the performance.

Pieces of my story

taken out of context.

The people

concerned about my writing.

The unasked question

of why I wrote it.

Through it all,

you stood silently.

You watched

as I struggled

to understand

why everything went wrong.

I trusted you

when I shouldn’t have.

That day,

I knew

you would be trouble,

but, for some reason, I still had hope.