Trusted:
Yet another of my musings.
We had something,
special.
Something I, now, only dream about,
and I ruined it.
I took your trust and shattered it.
Into a million little pieces.
And they say,
“if you can’t trust then you can’t be trusted.”
And as I watched those pieces fall,
I inhaled regret.
I cried truth to you on the phone.
I even tried to fix what I had done, but
you wouldn’t have it.
You told me you wanted nothing to do with me.
You wouldn’t let me speak.
So trust me when I say,
“you were not the same after that.”
