You can fall in love with someone you don't trust.
You can trust someone you're not in love with.
But could you really trust someone you're in love with, and could you ever truly fall in love with someone you trust?
Purely rhetorical nonsense- please don't bother conjuring an answer.

Last night I realised I only yearn for freedom so passionately because I'm prone to dependency. I also long to be mercilessly enslaved, because I'm prone to stubborn, unassailable detachment.

Her poems withered and died the moment she tried to turn them into words. As for words themselves, they surely did protest, but words are used to dealing with worse than enforced constraints of rhythm.