One Hundred and Sixty Four

I just thought of it the other day: Trust.

Trust isn't built with time.
You're wrong.

I should've told you that, back when we were still on speaking terms. (Remember when we were still on speaking terms?) Maybe I'll just write you a letter.
I mean you never read them, but..

Anyway. You're wrong.
She doesn't have to trust you.
She doesn't have to.

She shouldn't have to 'just cos' you've known one another for so long, or 'just cos' you've never done anything to break that trust. You don't trust someone just cos they haven't given you reason not to. You trust someone after you get to know them, and see them, and let them see you, and you trust someone who should be trusted, cos they're the kind of person who is inherently trustworthy.
You don't deserve to be trusted.

You have no sense of privacy
only a need to flash about to attract as many eyes as possible, as much murmuring as your silly head can hold in at a time.
You have no sense of respect
only a giddy reaction to absolutely everything and a twisted skill to morph it into something about you, then blabbing lips to tell everyone it does not concern.
And you have no sense of patience
only a temperate attitude to getting through things the quick route around, casting aside poingancy and causal honesty, a cold and annoyed grimace.

Love you?
How could anyone
let alone me
love you
when they can't trust you as far as they can throw you