Trust Is An Acquired Taste

After the fight you think you've got it
You've found a way away from the pain
You've learned to keep distance
As if the world had a knife
You can't be cut if you don't come too close

In leaving two feet between you and everyone you meet
You stand on guard
Tip toeing
Waiting
Because the next person you come in contact with
Only offers error without trial
Leaving you up a creek with a paddle.... but no boat

But its called faith and
Trust is an acquired taste
For some it takes seconds
Some it will take eternity
But sometime between yesterday and forever
You will find happiness and
There I'll be waiting for you

I wrote this in spring or summer of '07