Trust: A Noose

Trust, the rope that bound my heart to yours
Sweet and innocent like children holding hands
Though the rain falls and violently pours
Bound we hold on with future plans

Through much and more the rope held tight
But slowly the rope  began to fray
It chokes me gently when I'm alone at night
Choking me more as you slip away

No longer children you let go of my hand
The rope fraying further with your aid
Little by little from my hand like sand
Our trust torn and dangerously frayed

One day you will leave me and fall away
I had tricked my self, this rope a ruse
This rope you frayed and left me with
Now my death a tattered noose