Do it too much and others hurt you
Do it not enough and you hurt yourself
Too late for me, those words echo
through my thoughts.
I remember feeling pulled and pushed:
wanting him, yet not wanting him.
Listening to his words that sounded
soothing, yet some how off.
Hearing what I wanted to hear and
ignoring all else.
Trusting my fate to him and his sweet
sounding voice that was not really.
Now all has been exposed before me and
I am alone.
Wondering can I ever trust someone and
not get hurt.
Not sure if I can.
What's the use of hoping.
Sigh.
Good-bye.
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